Mother's Boys

Yííp, I know tliere aie stains ou uiy carpet, The traces oí sinall, muddy boots; And I see your falr tapestry glowiüfr, AII spotless with bl'íssouis and fruitH ! Am! I know that my wIIs are disfigured Wil.li prints of símil fingere and hande; Aud that your owu houBehold whiteuess All fresh iu its purity stands. And I know that my parlor i littered With many odd treasures and toys; While your own is iu daiutiest order, Unharuied Ity tue preseuce of boys ! And I know that my room is iavaded, Quite boldly, all liours of the day; While you sit iu your own unmolested, And dream the soft quiot away ! Yes, I kuow there are four little bedsides, Where I must stand watchful each night, While you inay ko iu your carriaee, And ÜasU in your dresses so bright! Now I think Tin a neat little woinan; I liko my house orderly, too; And I atu fond of all daiuty belongings; Yet I would not change place with you.' No! keep your fair Uome, with its order, lts freedom from bother aud uoise ! Aud keep your own fanciful leisure; liut give me my four splendid boys!