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MARY E. HARPER.
Atlanta Offering
POEMS
BY
FRANCES E. W. HARPER
PHILADELPHIA:
1006 BAINBRIDGE STREET
1895
Copyrighted, 1895, by
FRANCES E. W. HARPER.
GEORGE S. FERGUSON CO.,
PRINTERS AND ELECTROTYPERS.
Whereas thou hast been forsaken and hated, sothat no man went through thee, I will make thee aneternal excellency, a joy of many generations.—Isaiah60:15.
1006 Bainbridge Street,
Philadelphia, Pa.
1
My Mother’s Kiss.
My mother’s kiss, my mother’s kiss,
I feel its impress now;
As in the bright and happy days
She pressed it on my brow.
You say it is a fancied thing
Within my memory fraught;
To me it has a sacred place—
The treasure house of thought.
Again, I feel her fingers glide
Amid my clustering hair;
I see the love-light in her eyes,
When all my life was fair.
Again, I hear her gentle voice
In warning or in love.
How precious was the faith that taught
My soul of things above.
2The music of her voice is stilled,
Her lips are paled in death.
As precious pearls I’ll clasp her words
Until my latest breath.
The world has scattered round my path
Honor and wealth and fame;
But naught so precious as the thoughts
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