text:  I can remember now though years have passed and sorrow has bowed me--I can remember the happy days when my wearied head was pillowed on the bosom of my mother and after she had sung me to sleep with some wild melody she would place me in my small luxurious cot and watch over me with those deep-loving eyes and be the first to comfort and re-assure me if uneasy dreams--for even then I was a dreamer--made me awake to sorrow