To Mrs. James G. Blaine

It i ihe baying of tho coward wolfat nigtatItehl,? B wo.lf npun hia shoulish prowhngsHe bay ho moon in her celettial hight And all the air ie hideoua wiih bis howlini. Whatflblïldl an COmC ' bl:r WhOfe se"Üe lile hB With wifely loire th'existeuce oranotberthrinüd 'erwl";"u the 8lD"y "reaat once Wilh all tiie sweet emotions of tho motherV lDAhh íwar "h,Vm''wtllcl1 ehoul8 would rend apwt i w k J 7 8rnile Prever linKers And ihat ben-aved and desolate mother heart 1 sooibed, pjrchance, by pirit baby Sngui. Fear not; in every humau bosom burna Aud with sweet rev'rence every nafire turna And paya it homage to the name of mother