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The YOUNG MOTHER 贸

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NEW YORK

! PUBLIC LIDAIRY

ASTOS, LENOX
TIIDEN FOUNDATKE

SEVEN TIMES FOUR

HEIGH HO! daisies and buttercups,

Fair yellow daffodils, stately and tall, When the wind wakes how they rock in the

grasses, And dance with the cuckoo-buds, slender

and small : Here's two bonny boys, and here's mother's

own lasses, Eager to gather them all.

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Heigh ho! daisies and buttercups,

Mother shall thread them a daisy chain ; Sing them a song of the pretty hedge-spar

row, That loved her brown little ones, loved

them full fain; Sing, “ Heart thou art wide though the house

be but narrow
Sing once, and sing it again.

Heigh ho ! daisies and buttercups,
Sweet wagging cowslips, they bend and

they bow; A ship sails afar over warm ocean waters, And haply one musing doth stand at her prow.

O bonny brown sons, and 0 sweet little

daughters,
Maybe he thinks on you now!

Heigh hol daisies and buttercups,

Fair yellow daffodils stately and tall; A sunshiny world full of laughter and leisure, And fresh hearts unconscious of sorrow

and thrall, Send down on their pleasure smiles passing

its measure
God that is over us all.

Jean Ingelovo

A MOTHER'S PICTURE

SHE seemed an angel to our infant eyes ! Once, when the glorifying moon revealed Her who at evening by our pillow kneeledSoft-voiced and golden-haired, from holy

skies Flown to her loves on wings of Paradise We looked to see the pinions half-concealed. The Tuscan vines and olives will not yield Her back to me, who loved her in this

wise, And since have little known her, but have

grown To see another mother, tenderly, Watch over sleeping darlings of her own;

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