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And now the candle, 't was her last,She lighted that her child might see;
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Her smile was glad as smile could be;
That taper shone to her as bright
As does to us a Drummond light!
She placed it where her boy would view,
And watched his large, black, lustrous eyes,
While he looked up in grave surprise,
As children woke from sleep will do.
—On her son, while thus she gazes,
Thought a kindred likeness raises;
And by the blush of love that came
And made her cheeks like summer roses;
And by her blue eye's kindling flame,
That the heart's warm throb discloses,—
And by the tear on her eye-lash brim,
She thinks of his father, while gazing on him.
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