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...revered, And man is loved, and God is feared, In woodland homes, ' And where the solemn ocean foams. Oh, fair young Mother! on thy brow Shall sit a nobler grace than now. eep in the brightness of thy skies, he thronging years in glory rise, And, as they fleet, >rop strength...

...starved laborer toil and bread. Power, at thy bounds, Stops, and calls back his baffled hounds. О fair young mother! on thy brow Shall sit a nobler...they fleet, Drop strength and riches at thy feet. Thine eye, with every coming hour, Shall brighten, and thy form shall tower; And when thy sisters,...

...the starved laborer toil and bread. Power, at thy bounds, Stops and calls back his baffled hounds. " Oh, fair young mother, on thy brow Shall sit a nobler grace than now. Deep in the brightness of the skies, The thronging years in glory rise, And, as they fleet, Drop strength and riches at thy feet."...

...the starved laborer toil and bread. Power at thy bounds, Stops, and calls back his baffled hounds. O fair young mother! On thy brow Shall sit a nobler grace than now. Deep in the brightness of the skies, The thronging years in glory rise, And, as they fleet. Drop strength and riches at thy feet....

...For the starved laborer toil and bread. Power at thy bounds Stops, and calls back his baffled hounds. Oh, fair young mother, on thy brow Shall sit a nobler grace than now. Deep in the brightness ot the skies The thronging years in glory rise ; And as they fleet, , Drop strength and riches at thy...

...Oh, fair young mother, on thy brow Shall sit a nobler grace than now. Deep in the brightness of the skies, The thronging years in glory rise, And, as they fleet, Drop strength and riches at thy feet." Boys of the twentieth century, this is what the Boys of the nineteenth century, through their sacrifices...

...down-trodden and opprest, A shelter for the hunted head, For the starved laborer toil and bread. 0 fair young mother ! on thy brow Shall sit a nobler...they fleet, Drop strength and riches at thy feet. Thine eye with every coming hour Shall brighten, and thy fame shall tower ; And when thy sisters, elder...

...and calls back his baffled hounds. Oh, fair young mother 1 on thy brow Shall sit a nobler grace thai. now. Deep in the brightness of thy skies The thronging...they fleet, Drop strength and riches at thy feet. Thine eye, with every coming hour Shall brighten, and thy form shall tower ; And when thy sisters,...

...the starved laborer toil and bread. Power, at thy bounds, Stops and calls back his baffled hounds. O fair young mother ! on thy brow Shall sit a nobler grace than now. Deep in the brightness of the skies The thronging years-in glory rise, Thine eye, with every coming hour, Shall brighten, aud...