Motherhood

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MOTHERHOOD.

Two little arms around my neck,
 In artless, fond caressing;
Two little lips upon my own
 Sweet baby-kisses pressing;
Two sparkling eyes that beam with love
 Which knows no doubt or fearing;
A cooing voice that whispers soft
 Some lisping words endearing:
These, these the spells that banish care,
 Life's sweetest solace bringing,
And gratefully I clasp the joy
 From motherhood upspringing.