For God, who lives above the skies,Would look with vengeance in his eyesIf I should ever dare despiseMy mother.
"My Mother" (1804)
I thank the goodness and the graceWhich on my birth have smiled,And made me in these Christian days,A happy English child.Ann Taylor
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky!Ann Taylor
Who ran to help me when I fell,And would some pretty story tell,Or kiss the place to make it well?My mother.Ann Taylor