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Show DOVT LET MOTIIEK IfO IT. Daughter, don't lei mother d il! Io not let her slave and tnil, AVhilo yon pit, ft usWois idler, Koaring your soft hands io soil. Don't yon eeo the heavy burdonD, Daily fho is won't lo bear, Bring ihe lines upon hor forehead Sprinkle silver in hor hair? Daiifrhlor, don't let mother do il! Do not lot her bake and broil; Through the lonp; brijrhl Summer lioill Shore with her the heavy toil. Buo, her ovc has lost its brijrhtni'se, Fadtxl f"reiu her chetk the glow, And the step that oncu was Imoyarji, . Jnow ielVchle, weak and slow. Danfihtor, don't lei mother do it! 61ie has eared for you -o long. I.- it right tin- wunk nnd feeble Should be toiling for the ctrongV "Waken from your Hal IotB langour. Seek her side to cheer and blci; And your grief will bo less bitter . Ynen the nods above her presri. Daughter, don't let mother do it! You wilt nover, never know "What were homo without a mother, Till thai mother liflh low-Low low-Low beneath the bubbling daisK-, Free from earthlv care or itain To the home an sad without her, Xevor to return again. |