Glimpses of Fifty Years: The Autobiography of an American Woman

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G.M. Smith & Company, 1889 - 704 sayfa
 

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Sayfa 398 - ... fate and checks her tears. And she, the mother of thy boys. Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried Joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will by their pilgrim-circled hearth Talk of thy doom without a sigh: For thou art freedom's now and fame's, One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die.
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