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POEMS.
May thy young life ever abound
With joy and choicest pleasure;
Thy loving heart ever be found
True to thy loving mother.
With joy and choicest pleasure;
Thy loving heart ever be found
True to thy loving mother.
Then when the eve of life declines,
And thou art called away,
May thy light there brightly shine,
With thy loving mother.
And thou art called away,
May thy light there brightly shine,
With thy loving mother.
Dear Willie, ere I bid adieu,
I trust that you'll remember
Her who penn'd these lines to you,
Thy own true loving mother.
I trust that you'll remember
Her who penn'd these lines to you,
Thy own true loving mother.
LONELY MUSINGS.
I'm sitting alone this twilight hour,
While thinking of the past.
Once was mine a beautiful bovver,
And I a merry country lass.
It reminds us of our youth again,
When pleasure led the way;
While I so happy to remain
In my father's cot by day.
When pleasure led the way;
While I so happy to remain
In my father's cot by day.
