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Show BACK TO MOTHER. (Milwaukee Sentinel.) I am poins back to mother it's a long. long way to tread. And the ways are half forgotten where my childish footsteps led; There will be no dream of glory in the sunset's tinted skies, And there'll he no worlds to eonquec that I'll see with closed eyes. I shall wend my footsteps backward to the garden that I know. Where the hollyhocks stood stately an.l the timid pansies grew. 1 am going back to mother, far from city's wild alarms. To the dreaming and the clinging of her tender, faithful arms. |