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CHRISTMAS BLOSSOMS.

MY MOTHER.

BY MRS. ABDY.

M°Amid your prattling infant band;

OTHER, again I see you stand
Amid

your prattling infant band;
Again, in haste, aside you lay
The book you wished to read to-day:
Your time is given to us alone,
Scarcely a moment seems your own;
Where shall we ever find another
To care for us like you, my Mother ?

You wisely train each well-loved child, Gently you chide the rash and wild,

You tenderly support the meek,
And give protection to the weak;
I know that we are deemed to be
A fond, united family;
Your influence binds us to each other:
We owe our peace to you, my Mother.

Dear Mother, at a future day,
May we your ceaseless love repay;
Each hour may we recall in thought
The virtuous lessons you have taught,
And if enticed to go astray,
Oh! may we to our tempters say-
“ The way we tread shall be no other
Than that first shown us by our Mother.”

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