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Title: Echoes from girlhood, and other poems
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Taylor, Mary L. Peare
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Publisher: Chicago : Bell Book Co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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For in sorrow, that saw no sunrise,
Tears mingled with my own.
'Twas neither a brother nor sister
That oft spoke words of cheer,
'Twas a friend from the days of childhood
That whispered in my ear.

74 FORGET ME NOT
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If in all this monster world
You find but a few hearts true,
'Tis enough to fill lifes goblet
With the portion allotted to you.

Then think not too hard of the world,
When you can help to do
Your share of the many actions,
Which make it good and true.
And lend to the poor hearts, thirsting
The love that you can give,
And the priceless gift of friendship,
Which makes life sweet to live.

FORGET ME NOT.

FORGET me not, let me not fade
From out thy sight each passing year;
Let fond remembrance reign, and shade
A love so lasting and sincere.

Forget me not, let memory keep
Her guardian watch by day and night;
O may it not, in slumber deep,
Forget the past, though gone from sight.

Forget me not,
but I must close
These rambling echoes from my heart,
For they bring worry, not repose,
And dearest friends have met to part.
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MY BABY'S FIRST BIRTHDAY. 77
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MY BABY'S FIRST BIRTHDAY.
Ring the merry bells to-night,
Our youthful queen to greet;
Ring the merry bells aloud,
With welcome true and sweet.

Gaze upon this lovely infant,
Pure as heavens glistening dew,
Ponder how the self-same title,
Once belonged to each of you.

What a struggle for the mastry,
Footprints true and grand to gain ;
Slippery is the path before her,
Wrought with fear, and doubt and pain.

God, who in our midst is gazing
On this scene of pure delight,
Who to us this child has given,
Precious in His holy sight.

Listen to a mother's pleading, Listen to a mother's prayer,
Take into Thy special keeping,
Guard our child from every snare.
We will do our duty, trusting
In Thy mighty hand to guide ;
We will teach our little daughter
In her Saviour to confide.

78 THE SHEPHERD.
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Welcome, then, this little darling,
To the rights of home and love,
As her name is known among us,
Be it known in heaven above.
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THE SHEPHERD.

As oer the hills the shepherd speeds
The last stray lamb his love hath told,

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