. To mother . VIII IF then my friend should chance toask of meWhat day was filled the fullest to the brimWith joy, I should not need toanswer himAfter long searching in my cry it out so that your heart mighthear,Twas when you made me feel first, one white morn,I was not just your child, whom youhad borne,Reared unto womanhood, and so helddear,— Of*

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