To My Little Daughter E
Wby does my heart with nnguisli burn, When I behold your face ? Why do deep sighs ngnin return, Or grief her steps retrace ? Wliy does your bright and laughing smile Bring sadness to my lienrt ? Your gentle look so free f rom güilo, Bid all my joya depart. Why do ray tears begin to flow, As on thy rosy eheek I press a kiss ? the cause I know, But ah ! how bord to speak. Alas ! a tender Mothkrs lovk, To you will ne'er be known - She'9 gone to join the Saint! above, Before Jehovnh's throne. A. mothei's voice you'll never hoar, Througli life's uneven tide ; She from your eyes will wipe no tear, My diirling and my pride. Her tender arts will never soothe, In hours of deep disiress - Her pity and her tender love, Have gone with her to
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Michigan Liberty Press
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