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POEMS.
'Tis not such love my heart would crave;
But a mother's love now cold in the grave.
My sister, I'm ever longing for thee!
Come back, dear sister, from over the sea.
But a mother's love now cold in the grave.
My sister, I'm ever longing for thee!
Come back, dear sister, from over the sea.
TO WILLIE.
Willie, may thy life abound
In every choicest pleasure;
And ever may thy heart be found
True to thy loving mother.
Ever keep her memory near,
Wherever you may wander;
You'll never find one so dear
As thy own loving mother.
Wherever you may wander;
You'll never find one so dear
As thy own loving mother.
Never grieve her tender heart:
It may not be much longer
Ere you're call'd upon to part
With thy own loving mother.
It may not be much longer
Ere you're call'd upon to part
With thy own loving mother.
Love her truly ere life's fled,
That no regret may linger
When within her clay-cold bed
At last shall rest thy mother.
That no regret may linger
When within her clay-cold bed
At last shall rest thy mother.
