MY MOTHER—A DREAM.
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BY MRS. BALMANNO.
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Oh mother! sacred! dear! in dreams of thee,
I sat, again a child, beside thy knee,
Nestling amidst thy robe delightedly!
And all was silent in the sunny room,
Save bees that humm’d o’er honeysuckle bloom.
I gazed upon thy face, so mild, so fair,