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"To Sarah Augusta A mothers love! It is a holy thing! And it will guard thee as an angel's wing. Her eyes will often their watchful vigil keep. To offer up her prayers while others sleep. Fro thee and each of her dear cherished band, that ye may prosper in whatever land, is your abode, no change her love can know, but to grow stronger, deeper, as doth flow the wave of time--oh be it thine to give joy to her soul, by virtues that shall live! Garner all graces of the heart & mind and may thy rich parterre ever twined with manners elegant & sense refined--then will they mother's prayers be not in vain and prophecies fulfilled shall crown my feeble stain S.H.J.P"
