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Show J A MOTHER'S LAMEST. j j Anrrlla' mybfloted cbiM. j I Thine sWdcp I sin call d to Uar. j ! Thv winnlnR wsyi thins fj1 10 miU, j Tby rurni so pure, thy face so fuir : I i All lliwe Hp fbldd In tlio (rave. 1 All tL-a I'm caJJ'd to rnU.T up Calm reiignallon now I crnre j Wuile 1 mast drink this bitter cu. i j My child! I would not call ttiee back ; I To trsad thii barren aartti aciiiD, i la Ihcuslit I trace jaur (,-lwloni track, . ITv,iJ of gritf, and woe, auJ pala : ! On oarlli yon wraso good nnJ puro j That reavan polnia m loyimrre! Wlior dtsi's ovrnapiril doth allurr, Wltliln the manUoDi of tlie flch. Thy Fiiihort lis will rl yoo then I And fold yon to Ilia mniom'd l.rA, I V..ur brother they will iumI jon lUcr?. A trio tint Kill make yon bleit. I toe yon now hafure Ood's llirouo ' Jiinllin( In prUtlc LIIm ! Can I still mourn that you'ro lifW! j Thotigli I muit still remain In thl .' ! Oil ! no, I'll try to dry each iar, ; I still bars blessing loft liim. 1 ', Your siiiers, and your brotlisra ihnr ; My choicest blearing now aliall be. , rivwrll my thit.1 ! I leave vuii uow Within the palaco el' (ho kklci-, 1 A illiulm nround yonr brew, 1 And g-'izoJ upon by angul ' i - M'o yat aliall meet to pari tu inoiv, 1 When I have lluishi-d np my race And nil tlio lov'J one nonu bi.t-.M Shall greet nie in a. fond cm'irnct. ! Willi this bright hop I wHl ran wait, I well may dry my falling tejn t Waicli dmrest, at Iho (Jold-n Oui, And lot yoiiv voico llrs: yrcel nilie enri : TIsd T. Kino. ! October iStli, HT I. |