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Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My mother.

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'Tis a credit to any good girl to be neat,
But quite a disgrace to be fine.

For God, who lives above the skies,
Would look with vengeance in his eyes
If I should ever dare despise
My mother.

My Mother (1804)

Where no sun shines through the live-long day,
Because of the blue-wreathed mist,
Where the cockatrice creeps her foul egg to lay,
And the speckled snake has hissed

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