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LET ME KISS HIM FOR HIS MOTHER

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Let me kiss him for his mother,

Let me kiss his dear, youthful brow;

I will love him for his mother,

And seek her blessings now.

Kind friends have soothed his pillow,

††††††††††††††† Have watched his every care,

Beneath the weeping willow,

O lay him gently there.

 

Sleep, dearest, sleep;

††††††††††††††† I loved you as a brother,

Kind friends around you weep;

Iíve kissed you for your mother.

 

Let me kiss him for his mother;

††††††††††††††† What though left a lone stranger here;

She has loved him as non other;

I feel her blessing near.

 

 

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[1] War Songs and Poems of the Southern Confederacy, 1861-1865, A Collection of the Most Popular and Impressive Songs and Poems of War Times, Dear to Every Southern Heart, Collected and Retold with Personal Reminiscences of the War by H. M. Wharton, D.D., p. 379