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MY PICTURES.
Ah! so strong is the remembrance That I almost seem to be,Once again among the children Gathered at my Mother's knee;And how lovingly she folded Each bright head upon her breast,But we always knew that Mother Loved her only boy the best.
Our brave, honest-hearted brother, How his merry boyish faceRises up to-day before me, In its old accustomed place.But there came a day of parting, Full of sorrow and of pain,When he knelt before our Mother As he never may again.
And she clasped him to her bosom With a low, heart-broken cry,Feeling quite the bitter anguish Of his death in that "good-bye."Time, with all its many changes, And its years, cannot destroyThe sad picture of our Mother Parting from her only boy.
