| Show w 1 l MOTHERS THOUGHTS ere last year moon had left the sky A b adl ng bought my ind an nest and folded oh eo loving her tiny wings upon my breast from morn tl 1 evening s burp e tinge in winson e help lessne s he 1 es leaves w th a silken fringe on her starry eyes fc there s not in ind a lovelier b rd I 1 oad earth owns not a happ er neit 0 daod tho hast a fountain stirred whose waters never more s al rest b JIM th s beautiful mysterious ning a v a this seem ng visitant irom heaven fau this bird biti the immortal wing 10 roe to me fhy hand has g ven the pulse first caught its tiny stroke k the blood its crimson hue fron mine a this life which I 1 hae dared evoke henceforth la parallel with ielne A silent awe 1 in my room i I 1 tremble w th del clous fear h the future with its and gloom time and eternity are here do abts hopes in eager tumult rl e hear oh my god one earnest prayer room roon tor my bird in paradise and give her angel plumage tl ere emila jackion |