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Show The Mother. Sho was so tired of toll, of everything Savo loving those who needed all her love! Her heart was like the golden heart of spring When white clouds sail above. Autumn of life and tears wcro hers, and yet Sho sang and loved and gladdened us tho while; Nor storms, nor snow could mako her onco forget Young April's radiant smile. Sho was so weary: but wo never guessed How weary, till she smiled at set of sun. And whispered, as sho drifted Into rest "My loving now Is done." "Tired of all savo loving." Let this bo The epitaph Inscribed where now sho lies. Time shall not hldo the words, nor memory mem-ory Tho lovo look of her eyes. Woman's Journal. |