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Title: Ballads of life
Year: 1886 (1880s)
Authors: Ward, J. H. (from old catalog) Hardt, Thomas. (from old catalog)
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Publisher: Salt Lake City, Utah, J. H. Parry & co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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r them^she earthly hopes recallsFrom mingled feelings, tears her eyes oerflow,Blending the mothers love,, the widows woe.Her toils and cares for them, that interest dear,Een robs of bitterness the tailing tear;Mid trials she is strengthened, .and her mindBows to the will of hea\en, calmly resigned. OLD AGE. Slowly but sure lifes sands declining flow In ceaseless course what now remains to show Of womans days, when all has passed away That charmed the young, the thoughtless and the gay, And the fair fabric totters in decay; When youth, and health, and strength, and beautys beam Appear like traces of some distant dream. Of which remembrance almost seems to fade. . Een from herself, who fondly once surveyed The bright possessions, and, in raptured tone. Exclaimed exulting, These are all my own. Now reft of all — faint, feeble, pressed with age. We mark the feelings in the last great stage; The feverish hopes, the fears, the cares of life No more oppress her with their torturing strife;
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The youngest, cradled on her fostering breast,Smiles its deHghts, and softly sinks to rest;Another darling with bewitching grace,Hides in the slumbers robe his cherub-face. BALLADS OF LIFE. 6q The restless tumults of her heart, to-day-Have passed with beauty and with youth away;She, like some traveler who beholds the sunSinking before him eer his journeys done,Regrets not now to lose its noontide power,But hails the coolness of the coming hour.And feels a holy and divine reposeRest on her spirit in lifes evenings close.She in her childrens children tastes againMaternal pleasure and maternal pain;To them imparts the knowledge years have given.And points their hopes to soar with hers to heaven.Although her eyes are dim in ages night.Yet still more brightly burns the inward light,Guiding her spirit by its sacred ray,To cast its mortal thralls and cares away,And wait its summons to eternal day. THE PILGRIM AND HIS STAFF. My grandfather sits in his old arm chair.The locks on his brow are b

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