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Senator + Mrs Stanford

Now that in the due course of marked events
Which by mankind shall eer be reckoned great
A noble hope will soon be realized
A humane prompting wisely well fulfilled
There comes to me in bigil of the night
While yet the stars do stud the sombre sky
At cock-crow are approach of roseal dawn
The swift portrayal of a Mother's heart,
With present future and the past combined
In fancy I can see a loving wife
With arms enfolding chubby infant form
Which nestles closely as in happy mood
The little one croons softly in attune
For the sweet lullaby his mother sings
The while she gently strokes the silken locks
Which clusters wreathed in sunshine round the head
So safely pillowed on maternal breast.
The father on whose features there doth rest
A look so deep content is standing near
Watching the baby whose little mimic song
Grows fainter with each breath until at length
At endeth in a long drawn baby sigh
As undisturbed he thinks to peaceful rest.
Fair group fit subject for the Artists brush
Whose theme is done light and whose name is Hope.

The imagery is changed some years have pass
And now young manhood greets any mental view