I know—yet my arms are empty,
That fondly folded seven,
And the mother heart within me
Is almost starved for heaven.
Are the Children at Home. - Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
I know—yet my arms are empty,
That fondly folded seven,
And the mother heart within me
Is almost starved for heaven.
Are the Children at Home. - Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)