. To mother . EAR HEART, whose love I havebeen blessed with so,Whose evry dream has been for my poor sake,—If, in the end, each one of us mighttakeHis choicest treasure into Heavn, I knowHow rich Id be accounted, who couldbearThe white wand of your love to show to God,High oer my head, like to theblossming rodOf Aaron, lifted on the summer

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