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How sweet and happy seem those days of which I dream, when memory recalls them now and then! And with what rapture sweet my weary heart would beat, if I could hear my mother pray again.
If I could hear my mother pray again,
if I could hear her tender voice as then!
So glad I’d be, ’twould mean so much to me, if I could hear my mother pray again.
Within the old home-place her patient, smiling face was always spreading comfort, hope and cheer; And when she used to sing to her eternal King, it was the songs the angels loved to hear.
If I could hear my mother pray again,
if I could hear her tender voice as then!
So glad I’d be, ’twould mean so much to me, if I could hear my mother pray again.
James Rowe
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