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A gushing tear like diamond spark,
    A tear of love and pride.

She took her baby from its rest,
    And laid it on her knee:
"Thou ne'er hast seen thy sire," she said,
    "But he'll be proud of thee:

"Yes, he'll be proud of thee, my dove,
    The lily of our line,
I know what eye of blue he loves,
    And such an eye is thine."

"Where is my father gone, mamma?
    Why does he stay so long?"
"He's far away in Congress' Hall,
    Amid the noble throng:

"He's in the lofty Congress' Hall,
    To swell the high debate,
And help to frame those equal laws
    That make our land so great.

"But ere the earliest violets bloom
    We in his arms shall be,
So go to rest, my children dear,
    And pray for him and me."

The snow-flakes rear'd their drifted mound
    O'er hill and valley deep,
But nought amid that peaceful home
    Disturb'd the dews of sleep;