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NATIONAL LYRICS.
Then the mother kiss'd her son, with tears
That o'er his dark locks fell:
"I bless, I bless thee o'er and o'er,
Yet I stay thee not—Farewell!"
"One moment! but one moment give to parting thought or word!
It is no time for woman's tears when manhood’s heart is stirred.
Bear but the memory of thy love about thee in the fight,
To breathe upon th' avenging sword a spell of keener might."
And a maiden's fond adieu was heard,
Though deep, yet brief and low:
"In the vigil, in the conflict, love!
My prayer shall with thee go!"
