may he, the friend o' woe and want,

who heals life's various stounds,

protect and guard the mother nt,

and heal her cruel wounds.

butte she flourish'd, rooted fast,

fair in the summer morn,

now feebly bends she in the st,

unshelter'd and forlorn.

blest be thy bloom, thou lovely gem,

unscath'd by ruffian hand!

and from thee many a parent stem

arise to deck ournd!