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The kindly deeds men do in life their own reward will bring; But where they come with trumpet-words, their sweetness bears a sting: The silent giver 's most beloved right-thinking folks among; So when you do a kindly thing, be sure you hold your tongue. Hold your tongue--hold your tongue: you'll ne'er be thought a dunce: Hold your tongue and think twice before you loose it once: Hold your tongue--for quiet folks are oft reputed wise: Hold your tongue, but open wide your ears and your eyes. Yes: hold your tongue, except in life when days of sorrow come; Then speak to raise a drooping heart, or cheer a darksome home. If none of these--let silence be the burden of your song: He holds his own, nor hurts his friend, who learns to hold his tongue. Hold your tongue--hold your tongue; you'll ne'er be thought a dunce: Hold your tongue and think twice before you loose it once: Hold your tongue--for quiet folks are oft reputed wise: Hold your tongue, but open wide your ears and your eyes. MY MOTHER'S PORTRAIT. SET TO MUSIC AND PUBLISHED. Ah! Well can I remember: "She'll come no more," they said. Her last sweet words, they told me, Were blessings on my head. Ah! Well can I remember What sadness all things wore In childhood, when they told me "She'll come--she'll come no more!" Awake or asleep, Sweet prize above all other; Close to my heart I'll keep The likeness of my mother. Ah! Well can I remember, Those eyes were filled with tears-- The face that smiled upon me Seemed sad with many fears: "Who'll care for thee, my sweet one?" "Who'll love thee now?" she cried: Then from her arms they bore me-- 'Twas then, they said, she died. Awake or asleep, Sweet prize above all other: Close to my heart I'll keep The likeness of my mother. What though, through cloud and sunshine, Bright thoughts around me cling: Though friends in kindness greet me, No mother's love they bring. I see her form before me; I see the sad, sweet smile; And yet my heart is lonely, So lonely, all the while. Awake or asleep, Sweet prize above all other: Close to my heart I'll keep The likeness of my mother. NEVER MORE. FOR MUSIC. A tear-drop glistened on her cheek, Then died upon the sand. With ach
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