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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.
There was weeping, bitter weeping, 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.
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.
