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Show Forgotten 7 Unforgottenl lie looks upon tho mountain walls. At niKRi'il cniR unit cleft unci cave. And distant Held', and at his feet A little, unmarked, lonely Brave. A sudden mht o'er brims Ills eyes, Xo thouxhl. It deems, no mother's caro is Klven to that heap of dust . That's lain rn lulu,- neslccted thero. I-'nr from the trodden paths of men, How lonely Is the sunken fpnt. So hidden thete'tiint Cod and man And e'en the mother have forRot. Heyond tlion- dieary mountain walla There lives a mother who can trnco I'aeh outline of tho rugged rocks That ile n bin u that resting place. And often In the solemn iilsht. When silent hours like phnntom pass, She M'is the seasons 'round It ctiniiRO Kroni mantlliiK miwalu springing grass. And rnch new vision brings n pans As keen as when a Higher Trust Itemovi'd her darling from. her caro And laid the little form In dust. And still within her memory rlenr She hears that tender, childish tone, The voice of one who nil thesu years Has lain within the gravo alone. Oh, you who stand besldo the irravc. One truth you have not guessed ut yet: Thero Is no tiny, lonely grave A mother's love fan e'er forget. -.Mrs. II. C. iS.iiuulciH In Chicago American. |