The peace of poverty
spoke by Miss Druseller Jackson of the Warren Co. Academy on the 4 of July 1857.
1. I have no mother for she died when I was very young, but memory still around my heart like morning missed the sun.
2. They tell me of an angel from that watched me while I slept, and of a gentle hand that wiped each tear I wept.
3. And that same hand that held my own when I began to walk, what joy
appeared in her eyes when I first tried to talk.
4. For they say the mother heart is pleased when infant charms expand, I wonder if she thinks of me in that bright happy land.
5. For I know she is in heaven now that holy place of rest, for she was always good to me and the good alone are blessed.
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Submitted by Dave Davidson