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With a gentle smile and blessing,
Her spirit winged its flight,
As the morn, in all its glory,
Bathed the world in dazzling light.
Her spirit winged its flight,
As the morn, in all its glory,
Bathed the world in dazzling light.
There was weeping, bitter weeping,
In the chamber of the dead,
For well the stricken husband knew
She had died for want of bread.
In the chamber of the dead,
For well the stricken husband knew
She had died for want of bread.
A MOTHER'S HEROISM.
When the noble mother of Lovejoy heard of her son's death, she said, "It is well! I had rather he should die so than desert his principles."
The murmurs of a distant strife
Fell on a mother's ear;
Her son had yielded up his life,
Mid scenes of wrath and fear.
Fell on a mother's ear;
Her son had yielded up his life,
Mid scenes of wrath and fear.
They told her how he 'd spent his breath
In pleading for the dumb,
And how the glorious martyr wreath
Her child had nobly won.
In pleading for the dumb,
And how the glorious martyr wreath
Her child had nobly won.
