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Who fed me from her gentle breast And hushed me in her arms to rest, And on my cheek sweet kisses pressed? My mother. When sleep forsook my open eye Who was it sung sweet lullaby, And rocked me, that I should not cry? My mother. Who sat and watched my infant head When sleeping in my cradle bed, And tears of sweet affection shed? My mother. When pain and sickness made me cry Who gazed upon my heavy eye, And for fear that I should die? My mother. Who ran to help me when I fell And would some pretty story tell, And kiss the part, to make it well? My mother. Who taught my infant lips to pray, To love God's holy word and day, And walk in wisdom's pleasant way? My mother. And can I ever cease to be Affectionate and kind to thee Who was so very kind to me? My mother. Oh no, the thought I could not bear, And if God please my life to spare I hope I shall reward thy care, My mother. When thou art feeble, old and gray, My healthy arm shall be thy stay And I will soothe thy pain away, My mother. And when I see thee hang thy head 'Twill be my turn to watch the bed And tears of sweet affection shed, My mother.
The author of this poem is not known. I found this poem in Jack Mahan's scrapbook. Jack Mahan was captain of A&M football team in 1919 and 1920. Under him the Aggies were unbeaten, untied, and unscored upon until the last game. They score a total of 329 points and the opposing teams scored a total of 7. Aggie's love their mother ten times more then any other college student. It may be the rigorous training of the Corps and the hardships we endure that cause this close relationship but it is true all the same. At the new student conferences where new Aggies are introduced to Aggieland, Aggie parents are welcomed into the Aggie family. The Aggie experience is one that is bigger than one person. Those close to an Aggie can not help but get caught up in the spirit. The Aggies honor their parents at the annual Parents Weekend. A review is held in their honor and many other activities as well. |