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OUR MOTHER. 215
" In our wanderings among the sculptured monuments of Laurel Hill, we came to a large marble slab, bearing this simple, though touching inscription—' Our Mother, she taught w« how to live, and how to die."—Anon.
She taught us how to bear the ills of life, • And, with prophetic glance still look beyond, Calmly to urge the sharp tempestuous strife, And struggle on.
Not only did she teach us to endure,
With sweet submission, and a cheerful heart; But show'd us how, with motive high and pure, To act our part.
And 0 ! she taught us with an even tread And heart unmoved to pass through pleasure's wiles; Unmindful of the beams from Fortune shed, And Flattery's smiles.
She taught us to improve each gift bestowed,
Each talent lent us by indulgent Heaven; Taught us to consecrate bur all to God, At morn and even.
She led us to the great Redeemer's cross,
And bade us fasten our affections there; Taught us to labour in his sacred cause, With fervent prayer.