English poem
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by John B. Tabb (1845–1909)
Long, long before the Babe could speak, When he would kiss his mother's cheek And to her bosom press, The brightest angels, standing near, Would turn away to hide a tear, For they are motherless.
English poem
by John B. Tabb (1845–1909)
Long, long before the Babe could speak, When he would kiss his mother's cheek And to her bosom press, The brightest angels, standing near, Would turn away to hide a tear, For they are motherless.