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Where is there vision sweeter


Than u boy and happy mother
lie makes her hours fly the fieeter:


She can all his sorrows smother.
What a look is that she gives him,


When he curves his arm around her!
Oh, her very soul receives him.


The bliss Of heaven sure has bound her!
Sec him lean his cheek, so smiling,


On her lap--and raise his lashes;
Mark bis hand, the time bcguiling,


With her ear-drop's dancing flashes.
Little knows the fair hard fellow,


She is asking God for blessings;
When her blossom, ripe, and mellow,


Will not have her kind caresslngs.
Little is that mother dreaming


Of his grief, when he must mingle,
Where no parent will be beamlng--


Where each heart is cold and single!
But, alas!-ne'r think of grieving,


While so sweet pictures glowing
Thoughts Of home we should be weaving
Pray'rs Of hope should now be howing!--