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Her Womanhood
sTis when think Of that, feel how great
How seldom its, 10 own parents love;
A parents duty twill be mine to nurse
This little bud, and shield it from the storm,
And make it ripe for Heaven Ifshe be fair
And move the cynosure Of wondering eyes,
1t will be mine to guard from vanity,
And teach how fairer far all beauty is,
That hath companionship with inner gaze,
The beauty of the soul how worthless else
If nature stint her gifts, and unadorned
The casket be, mine twill be to impar
So rich lusture TO the jewel int
That for its sake no hating thought will pause,
AT the poor case that holds il Oh in sight
OF glorious occupation like to this,
Be ii my sole ambition to achieve it,
To the content Of conscience All my hope
For fame and honor, that my child may be
So paramount in goodness, that the mind
Shall backward turn to her, whose anxious
Did help to make her so, and be thought of
When | am in my grave