BY JULIA CARTER ALDRICH. (PETRESIA PETERS.) _Mother! O, holy music in the sound_ _Of that dear word—Mother! O, visions sweet_ _That crowd the mind and thickly cluster round,_ _To drive out tempting wiles, and leave replete_ _The soul’s most lofty plans, and purest thought!_…
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