Hi All,
Does anyone know of this poem? My Mom would read it to me when I was little - about 45-50 years ago. I think it might have been old even then.

Some of the lines are:

Please Mama, tiss me good night
My blue-eyed girl with sunny curls
Stood pleading 'tween her sobs and tears.
I said "I can't kiss naughty girls"

I had been reared in Spartan school
And deemed it duty to control
With rigid rule, nor never knew,
That love with love could sway the soul



It goes on to describe how the little girl dies during the night and the mom gives kisses in vain...



"Twas midnight when I felt a touch
A fevered hand lay on my brow
"Please Mama, I tan't seep now

Now I am old, the passing years
Have brought no comfort in their flight

Then something about how she still hears he daughter saying:

Please Mama, Tiss me goodnight.


Anyway, any help would be appreciated.

Thanks / Dan