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I'M a-feelin' ruther sad,

Fer a father proud and glad

As I am – my only child

Home, and all so rickonciléd! —

Feel so strange-like, and don't know

What the mischief ails me so! —

'Stid o' bad, I ort to be

Feelin' good pertickerly—

Yes, and extry thankful, too, —

'Cause my nearest kith-and-kin,

My Elviry's schoolin' 's through,

And I' got her home ag'in —

Home ag'in with me!

My Elviry's schoolin' 's through,

And I' got her home ag'in —

Same as ef her mother'd bin

Livin', I have done my best

By the girl, and watchfulest;

Nussed her – keerful' as I could —

From a baby, day and night, —

Drawin' on the neighberhood

And the women-folks as light

As needsessity 'u'd 'low —

'Cept in "teethin'," onc't, and fight

Through black-measles…

Same as ef her mother'd bin

Livin', I have done my best

Don't know now

How we ever saved the child!

Doc hed give her up, and said

(As I stood there by the bed

Sort o' foolin' with her hair

On the hot wet piller there)

"Wuz no use!" – And at them-air

Very words she waked and smiled —

Yes, and knowed me. And that's where

I broke down, and simply jes

Bellered like a boy – I guess! —

Women claimed I did, but I

Alius helt I didn't cry

But wuz laughin', – and I wuz, —

(Men don't cry like women does!)

Well, right then and there I felt

'T 'uz her mother's doin's, and,

Jes like to myse'f, I knelt,

Whisperin' "I understand."…

So I've raised her, you might say,

Stric'ly in the narrer way

'At her mother walked therein —

Not so quite religiously