TH K FAIRY’S SEA ECU. 
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Now wakes and brightens like the ray 
That herald’s the approach of day. 
The memory of a Mother’s love ! 
How like a voice from worlds above 
It thrills the soul! How long it dwells 
Shrin’d in the heart’s most holy cells 
A sacred thing.—If darkening powers 
Have quench’d the light of earlier hours 
And bade all other pure thoughts fly, 
That purest feeling will not die, 
But lives and smiles ’mid blight and gloom 
Like wild flower near a ruin’d tomb. 
That feeling may be buried deep 
Beneath a load of sin and shame, 
And may for long, long seasons keep 
Hidden from all its holy flame, 
But it will wake in some lone hour 
And rule the soul with conquering power. 
Thus with the captive,—thick and fast 
As Stars steal out when day is past, 
Now gentle thoughts and memories steal, 
Upon l)is spirit, and reveal 
Glimpses of better things. How bright appears 
The vision of life’s early years; 
How purely to his spirit gaze 
Rises the well beloved form 
Of her who watch’d with love so warm 
His childhood’s wayward days. 
Each token of her love for him, 
Her only son, her hope and pride, 
Her watching ’til the Stars grew dim, 
In nightly vigils by bis side, 
