My Mother


Amidst the days of pleasant mirth,
That throw their halo around our earth;
Amidst the tender thoughts that rise
To call bright tears to happy eyes;
Amidst the silken words that move
To syllable the names we love;
There glides no day of gentle bliss
More soothing to the heart than this!
No thoughts of fondness ever appear
More fond, than those I write here!
nO NAME ON TABLET CAN EVER SHINE,
mY mOTHER! MORE BELOVED THAN THINE!

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