The Young Mother.
AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED TO MRS. L. A. W., OF LITTLE ROCK.
OH how serenely soft that pale high brow,
O'er which her clustering tresses stray, her eye,
Dissolving in its sweet blue tenderness,
As from its depths a mother's holy love
Is gleaming like the light of heaven, her lips
Just parted as the low and earnest prayer
Of angel purity dies soft away
In wild, sweet music. O'er her infant now
In slumber "lightly bound," her gentle form
Is bending low, while blessed, heaven-born hopes
Are beaming forth from her unshadowed heart,
O'er which her clustering tresses stray, her eye,
Dissolving in its sweet blue tenderness,
As from its depths a mother's holy love
Is gleaming like the light of heaven, her lips
Just parted as the low and earnest prayer
Of angel purity dies soft away
In wild, sweet music. O'er her infant now
In slumber "lightly bound," her gentle form
Is bending low, while blessed, heaven-born hopes
Are beaming forth from her unshadowed heart,
