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Show My Forces. I'm no Bclf-mado man, for I dearly can Traco each force that fashioned mo rom the years long ago, when a babo now born, I lay on my mother's knee, Then God nbovo In His Heaven of lovo To the angels gnvo control Life undellled of this little child And they breathed In mo a houI. Then tho lovo thnt lies In a mother's eyes 'Woke thnt soul to active life. And from nil alarms, her sheltering arms Protected mo In tho strife. Her tender caro and her loving prayer As the boy grow Into man, My nature drew to a full growth true, As only a mother can. In no college walls. In no learned hulls. Found my brain Its forming tool; But In tho press of work's hard stress, I learned In tho world's great school. The god of llfo and the evil's strife. I strugglod on to And, And the labor to gain, the work to attain, at-tain, Sharpened and shaped my mind. Then Into llfo with V "hardships rlfo When success wnsfjrnost won, Camoakeener Highland a brighter 'Ab through cloud 1uih ttio, uuiiB-1 Work lighter Brow, srayskles wore blue, 1 A now light seemed to stnrt (A henven this of now found bliss And lovo awoke my heart! J Baltlmoro American. |