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Motherwort. — ‘ Concealed Feelings 
All have some cherished feeling which it would be painful to 
render public; some tender sorrow which would be profaned by 
the eye of indifference or curiosity. 
Where the wizard power, to show 
What may cause the tear to flow ? 
What may wake the passing sigh, 
Pale the cheek, and dim the eye ? 
There are chords in many a breast, 
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Too sacred to be rudely pressed, 
Which thrill to memory’s touch alone, 
Telling of happy moments gone. 
A silly jest, a careless word, 
A simple sound, a singing bird, 
A falling lea£ the time of year, — 
May wake the sigh, or start the tear! 
