My dear little pillow, so nice, soft and warm

1 My dear little pillow, so nice, soft and warm,
So full of fine down made on purpose for me,
When the savage howl, and loud blows the storm,
Dear pillow how calmly I sleep upon thee.

2 How many poor infants are houseless and cold,
And have no soft pillow whereon they can sleep,
No parent's dear face do they have to behold,
O, mother, sweet mother, the thought makes me weep.

3 When to God I have breathed my humble prayer
For all those who ne'er on the pillow recline,
I cling to my own in my pretty bed there,
I bless thee, dear mother, it is close to thine.

4 I shall not awake till morning's bright dawn
Sheds over the fair earth its warm, cheering light;
But hush! let me pray for the orphan forlorn,
And then one more kiss, mother, good-night, good-night.

Source: Linden Harp: a rare collection of popular melodies adapted to sacred and moral songs, original and selected. Illustrated. Also a manual of... #128