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A Mother's Birth-Day Gift.
And yet, my little namesake,
All charming as thou art,
Thou need'st a heavenly power to keep
The beauty of the heart;
This only boon I ask for thee,
Treasure more worth than gold,
My radiant little namesake
Of scarcely two years old.
All charming as thou art,
Thou need'st a heavenly power to keep
The beauty of the heart;
This only boon I ask for thee,
Treasure more worth than gold,
My radiant little namesake
Of scarcely two years old.
God grant my little namesake
To walk her path in life,
Calm and unsullied, through the storms
Of sorrow, sin and strife;
His guardian care be over her,
His mighty love enfold
My little darling namesake
Of scarcely two years old.
To walk her path in life,
Calm and unsullied, through the storms
Of sorrow, sin and strife;
His guardian care be over her,
His mighty love enfold
My little darling namesake
Of scarcely two years old.
A MOTHER'S BIRTH-DAY GIFT.
I MIND me of a time, my boys,
A pleasant time to me—
When you were infants in my arms
And sat upon my knee.
I watched you in your merry play,
I watched you in your sleep,
And feared that time would but destroy
My happiness so deep.
A pleasant time to me—
When you were infants in my arms
And sat upon my knee.
I watched you in your merry play,
I watched you in your sleep,
And feared that time would but destroy
My happiness so deep.
