TO MY MOTHER.
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"Betty" married and is widowed, she is childless and alone—Her path was strewn with roses that are faded now and gone.Ah! life is full of changes, full of partings and of tears,While time is slowly filling up the graves of early years.Our happy band is broken, we are scattered far and wide,For time has borne us onward with its ever-rushing tide.I, too, have wandered, mother, from the place I loved so well,To wear another name, and in another's home to dwell.I know he loves me dearly, and my heart is full of joyWhen I gaze upon my husband, and my laughing baby boy.Life's sweetest draught I 've tasted when the cup was running o'er,But I often wish, dear Mother, I could be a child once more,
