...skilful to put on The look we trust in — and 'tis mockery all ! — A faithless mist, a desert-vapor, wearing The brightness of clear waters, thus to cheat...heart. — It is but pride, wherewith To his fair son the father's eye doth turn, Watching his growth. Aye, on the boy he looks, The bright glad creature...

...skilful to put on The look we trust in — and 'tis mockery all ! — A faithless mist, a desert-vapor, wearing The brightness of clear waters, thus to cheat...heart. — It is but pride, wherewith To his fair son the father's eye doth turn, Watching his growth. Aye, on the boy he looks, The bright glad creature...

...there are faces, skilful to put on The look we trust in — and 'tis mockery all ! — A faithless mist, a desert-vapour, wearing The brightness of clear...mother's heart — It is but pride, wherewith To his fair son the father's eye doth lurn, Watching his growth. Ay, on the boy he looks, The bright glad creature...

...'tis mockery all ! —A faithless mist, a desert-vapor, wearing The brightness of clear walers, thug to cheat The thirst that semblance kindled !— -There...heart. — It is but pride, wherewith To his fair son the father's eye doth turn Watching his growth . Ay, on the boy he looks, The bright glad creature...

...all ! — A faithless mist, a desert-vapour, wearing The brightness of clear waters, thus to ciitat The thirst that semblance kindled!— There is none,...mother's heart — It is but pride, wherewith To his fair son the father's eye doth turn, Watching his growth. Ay, on the boy he looks, The bright glad creature...

...to watch its every breath, and to have those feelings of which a mother's fondness only can tell ; There is none In all this cold and hollow world, no...strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's breast.f Thus occupied, the soft-winged hours soon fled away, and the increasing beauty of every picture...

...there are faces, skilful to put on The look we trust in — and 'tis mockery all ! — A faithless mist, a desert-vapour, wearing The brightness of clear...mother's heart.— It is but pride, wherewith To his fair son the father's eye doth turn, Watching his growth. Ay, on the boy he looks, The bright glad creature...

...show, Ranged o'er the chimney, glistened in a row. . Mrs. liemans thus describes a. mother's love ; There is none In all this cold and hollow world, no...deathless love, save that within A mother's heart. You ne'er made Your breast the pillow of his infancy, While to the fulness of your heart's glad heavings...

...long since, have induced me to address some of them, iu the exquisite language of Mrs. Hemans — " There is none, In all this cold and hollow world,...Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within A mother't heart." There are few places which would admit of so much lucrative cultivation as Killarney,...

...And there are faces, skilful to put on The look we trust in — and 'tis mockery all! — A faithless mist, a desert-vapour wearing The brightness of clear...heart. — It is but pride, wherewith To his fair son the father's eye doth turn, Watching his growth. Ay, on the boy'he looks, The bright glad creature...