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Excerpt from Songs of Home From all Of earth, was fondest loved, hid seemed its fairest part. Mv Mother! Oh. See her now With her fond and pensive smile, And pure, dark eyes, SO like this light When turned on her little child; And I ne'er behold the moonlit night, And the purple sky above, Solemn and still in shade and light As the mingled look of love. And shadowed depth of fondest care, That in her dark eye strove. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.