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I saw her upon nearer view,
A Spirit, yet a Woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin liberty;
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Wordsworth.
There are smiles and tears in the mother's eyes,
For her new born babe beside her lies;
O heaven of bliss! when the heart o'erflows
With the rapture a mother only knows!
Henry Ware, Jr.
