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e'er for human bliss or woe I feel the sympathetic glow; If e'er my heart has learn'd to know The gen'rous wish or pray'r; Who sow'd the germ, with tender hand? Who mark'd its infant-leaves expand? My mother's fost'ring care.

And if one flow'r of charms refin’d May grace the garden of my mind; 'Twas she who nurs'd it there: She lov'd to cherish and adorn Each blossom of the soil; To banish ev'ry weed and thorn, That oft oppos'd her toil!