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Show The Best Letter. You may write a thousand letters to tho maidon you adore, And dcclaro in every lottor that you love her moro and more, You may praise her grace and beauty in a thousand glowing lines And compare her eyes of azure with the brightest star that shines. If you had tho pen of Byron you would uso it every day In composing written worship to your sweetheart far away; But tho letter far moro welcome to an oldor, gentler breast Is tho letter to your mothor from tho boy she loves tho best Youthful blood is fiorco and flaming, and when writing to your love You will rave about your passion, swearing by tho stars above; Vowing by tho moon's white splendor that tho girlio you adoro Is the ono you'll over cherish as no maid was loved before. You will pen full many a promise on those puges whito and dumb That you never can live up to in the married years to come But a much more precious letter, bringing moro and deeper bliss, Is tho letter to your mothor from the boy sho cannot kiss. Sho will read it vry often when the lights aro soft and low, Sitting in tho samo old corner where sho held you years ago. And rgardlcss of its diction or its spelling or its style, And although its composition would provoko a critic's smile, In ber old and trembling Angers it becomes a work of art, Stained by tears of joy and sadness as sho hugs it to her heart. Yes, tho letter of all letters, look whorevcr you may roam, Is tho letter to your mothor from her boy away from home. Frank M. Vancil. |