. The lays of a lawyer . TO MY MOTHER ON HER BIRTH-DAY June 20th, 188J. [OW many years ago it wasI scarcely dare to say, But well I know that it befellUpon this very in the month that follows closeUpon the heels of May; That in this State a babe was born With golden, fluffy hair,Who cried as if she knew it was A world of gloomy felt that such a feeble thing Could have no business there. But still she lived, and in her life Were mingled joys and woes,The bitter coming with the sweet; And like her emblem seemed the lovelier for the tear Which every woman knows. Yet now
. The lays of a lawyer . TO MY MOTHER ON HER BIRTH-DAY June 20th, 188J. [OW many years ago it wasI scarcely dare to say, But well I know that it befellUpon this very in the month that follows closeUpon the heels of May; That in this State a babe was born With golden, fluffy hair,Who cried as if she knew it was A world of gloomy felt that such a feeble thing Could have no business there. But still she lived, and in her life Were mingled joys and woes,The bitter coming with the sweet; And like her emblem seemed the lovelier for the tear Which every woman knows. Yet now this woman, having beenA blessing to us all, 49 Who call her by the sweetest name That ever man did callAnother mortal being by Since Adam and The Fall. This woman thinks as once she thought, When, being lately felt it was a cruel world, And she the most forlornOf all whoVe been from happier climes By ruthless parents torn. Ah ! well it is a dismal thing— Indeed it is !—to live,And birth-days are the saddest
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