60 DROPS PROM FLORA’S CUP. 
MOSS. 
A Mother’s love the richest gem of earth. 
Her heart heat not with the fond impatience 
Of her youth, when fancy weaved around her 
Pathway richly promised joys. Her breast was 
Stilled! impulsive joy, momentary bliss, 
Were strangers to her bosom; for the loved 
Of youth had passed to his resting-place, and 
Left her widowed. The ties of earth save one 
Were severed; and that one more sacred in 
Its binding than the united strength of 
Others. The early dead had left his boy, — 
His darlc-eyed, noble boy — the sure semblance 
Of himself. The love which she had faithful 
Given him, now clasped its tendrils, with all 
The fervor of a mother’s love, around 
Her orphaned one. She loved him with a 
Love, which only finds its deep endurance 
In a mother’s breast, a love which causes 
Heaven’s smile to come and rest on earth. 
1 A mother's love.; — it glows till death. 
Lives before life — with death dies not — but seems 
The very substance of i mm ortal dreams.’ 
