Do you know that your soul is of my soul such part,
That you seem to be fibre and cord of my heart?
None other can pain me as you, dear,can do,
None other can please me or praise me as you.
Remember the world will be quick with its blame,
If shadow or stain ever darken your name.
"Like mother, like son" is a saying so true,
The world will judge largely of "mother" by you.
Be yours then the task, if task it shall be,
To force the proud world to do homage to me.
Be sure it will say when it's verdict you've won,
" She reaped what she sowed, Lo! this is her son".
Margaret Johnston Griffin
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