Show MOTHERS THOUGHTS t ere last gears eara moon had left the sky A sought my indian neat nest and folded oh so lovingly her tiny wings ings upon my breast r east from morn till een evenings ings purple tinge in winsome helplessness she lies iles two u ro leaves with a silken fringe shut softly on her starry eyes theres not in ind a lo lovelier eller bird broad earth ou owns ns not a happier noat oh god thou hast a fountain stirred whose waters aters never neer more snail rest A this beautiful M mysterious thing C W M this this seeming seeming visitant isi tant irom heaven lle aen 1 yitti yiM ti bird wit with the thu immortal wine wing w to me to me thy hand has gh given en the pulse first caught its ti tiny ny stroke the blood its crimson hue from mine this life which I 1 have hae dared invoke henceforth Is parallel with thine A silent awe Is in my room I 1 tremble with delicious fear the future with ith its light and gloom time and eternity are here doubts hopes in eager tumult rl rho c hear oh my god one earnest prayer pra cr room for my bird in paradise and give her angel plumage there emily C jackson |