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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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et!The flowers that bloomed in sunny bovversAre withered all, and evil towersSupreme above her sister powers Of sorro.w and deceit. 5^ BALLADS OF LIFE. 1867. I look along the columned yearsAnd see lifes riven fane, Just where it fell, amid the jeers Of scornful lips, whose mocking sneers Forever hiss within my ears.To break the sleep of pain. I can but own my life is vain, A desert void of peace;I missed the goal I sought to gain,I missed the measure of the strainThat lulls Fames fever in the brain,. And bids Earths tumult cease. Myself! alas for theme so^poor, A theme but rich in fear;I stand a wreck on Errors shore,A spedre not within the door,A houseless shadow evermore,An exile lingering here! THE SEVEN AGES OF WOMAN. INFANCY. First soft and helpless, innocent and mild.Smiles in her nurses arms the female child;Fresh from her Makers hands, all pure and fair,Unstained by sin, unruffled yet by care;A stranger in this world of ceaseless strife.Lovely and passionless her dawn of life.
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_2^;=PHr^^^~--^ She too will be mainnia, and lull to restThe mimic baby on lier infant breast;She too will dress, will cherish and sustain,And guard her darling from distress and pain. BALLADS OF LIFE- 6i CHILDHOOD. Next see her seated at her mothers feet,With eyes upraised, the glance of love to meet;Speech partially unlocked, in silvery toneShe now essays to make her wishes known;Now to explain her doubtful meaning, triesWith mingled eloquence of lips and eyes;Here the first sorrows of the child begin —The slumbering passions waken from within;Each in its turn its growing strength reveals,Anger, and love, and grief, she keenly feels.She too will be mamma, and lull to restThe mimic baby on her infant breast;She too will dress, will cherish and sustain,And guard her darling from distress and pain.While plain to all, yet to herself unknown,The future mother in each act is shown.With graver look and melancholy airShe cons her lessons with reludant care.The book, the pen, the needle, a

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