Poem by Mrs Margaret (Dade) Smith to daughter, 1872 January 1

Abstract

Poem from Mrs Margaret(Dade) Smith to her daughter Mrs. James F. Hansbrough: "I would that I could always shield, Thy hear from grief and care, _x000D_But life its sorrows will not yield, And Thou must have thy share. It may be that thoult bravely stand, Before the coming blast, And hold within a conquering hand, _x000D_A victors crown at last. _x000D_But Oh! along the path of years, O'er whigh thy feet must thread, Thou'lt find that joys are mixxed with tears, That hopeful eyes have shed. Then when the war seems long and drear, _x000D_Thou'lt want a place of rest, _x000D_Ah darling if thy mother's near, That place will be her breast.