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THE BLOSSOM OF THE FLYING TERMS."
A N beauty of its power unconscious be ?
Unwitting of the mystic charms it weaves ;
And while it graves its image upon me,
Can lashes droop, nor wist the reason why?
Can woman see devotion's glance of fire, Nor know the object of the gazing eye,
The eye that gazes only to admire ?
TÇE was all in all to mother,
All her life and light and joy;
She lived only for her boy.
When from distant lands returning,
His broad shoulders filled the door;
Leap to meet her son once more ?
Did she not, in fervent praying,
Ask again to see her boy?
Bid Death's ministers destroy ?