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And yet, I think she understands, with every step she takes

And every care that she bestows, it is the man she makes.

Mother and the baby! And in fancy I can see

Her life being given gladly to the man that is to be,

And from her strength and sacrifice and from her lullabies,

She dreams and hopes and nightly prays a strong man shall arise.

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OLD-FASHIONED LETTERS

Old-fashioned letters! How good they were!

And nobody writes them now;

Never at all comes in the scrawl

On the written pages which told us all

The news of town and the folks we knew,

And what they had done or were going to do.

It seems we've forgotten how

To spend an hour with our pen in hand

To write in the language we understand.

Old-fashioned letters we used to get

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