Long I to-night for your presence again.—Elizabeth Akers Allen.
A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.—Coleridge.
There is none,
In all this cold and hollow world, no fount
Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within
A mother's heart.—Mrs. Hemans.
And all my mother came into mine eyes,
And gave me up to tears.—Shakespeare.