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Rh How happy are those children dear, Who, on their couch of pain, Behold a mother always near, But still, I'll not complain.

There's nought on earth I love so much As your kind face to see, And now, indeed, the time is short We can together be; Still draw me closer to your side, And to your bosom fold, For then my cough I do not heed, Nor feel the winter's cold.

Yet when the storm is loud and wild, I cover up my head, And pray Almighty God to save My father from the dead; So, in his lonely midnight watch Upon the tossing sea, Perhaps beneath the solemn stars He will remember me.