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EMIGRANT'S CHILD IN THE FORESTS.

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Turn thee now, fond mother!
From thy dead, oh, turn!
Linger not, young brother,
Here to dream and mourn:

Only kneel once more around the sod,

Kneel, and bow submitted hearts to God!