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Coltsfoot. —‘ Maternal Love .’ 
It is generally supposed that the love of a mother for her child 
increases, when death, by depriving it of the paternal support, throws 
it more entirely upon her tenderness and protection. 
My rose-lipped girl! my laughing child, 
Thy brilliant spirits glad my heart; 
And oft sad hours have been beguiled, 
By the sweet thoughts thy smiles impart. 
They came across my drooping soul, 
As odors from Molucca’s Isles 
Are wafted o’er the waves that roll 
Round them, dimpling like thy smiles. 
To cheer my widowed thoughts they shine, 
With memories of departed days, 
When I have looked on smiles like thine, 
With youth’s enthusiast, ardent gaze; 
