Here you will find the Poem My Infant Days of poet Julia A Moore
Air -- "The Rain upon the Roof" When I was a little infant, And I lay in mother's arms, Then I felt the gentle pressure Of a loving mother's arms. "Go to sleep my little baby, Go to sleep," mamma would say; "Oh, will not my little lady Go to sleep for ma to-day." Oh! my parents loved me dearly, For I was their eldest born, And they always called me Julia In a mild and loving form. My parents will not forget me, Though I married and left their home, For they can remember clearly How with them I once did roam. Oh! my mother, how I love her, Though her head is growing gray, For in fancy I can see her Bending o'er me night and day, As she did when I was little, Watching me in sleep and play -- Mother now is growing feeble, Now I will her love repay. Oh! my father, how I love him, For he has worked hard for me, For to earn my food and clothing, In my little infancy. And oh, I will not forget him, While on earth I do remain -- May the God of heaven bless him In this world of grief and pain.