Original Poetry
... I I I . I GTi-*f(fvoctT- i I A MOTHER'S EXCLAMATION, ON VIEWING THE MORNING STAR. ' Oh, could I,. with prophetic glance, Survey foturity's expanse, And read in yonder golden star Of what my children will be,-are No longer now the inmates where A parent's ceaseless love they share,- Yet. would I 'mt strive to see Unfolded each one's destiny,- (Though strangers to their childhood's home, 'Mid ...