Excerpt from In My NurseryTo My MotherSweet! when first my baby ear Curled itself and learned to hear, 'Twas your silver-singing voice Made my baby heart rejoice.Hushed upon your tender breast, Soft you sang me to my rest; Waking, when I sought my play, Still your singing led the way.Cradle songs, more soft and low Than the bird croons on the bough; Olden ballads, grave and gay, Warrior's chant, and lover's lay. So my baby hours wentIn a cadence of content, To the music and the rhyme Keeping tune and keeping time.Poem by Julia Ward HoweAbout the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.