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to iris.
"But," here she looked into the stocking again,
"I'm glad Santa's not left the rod."
'Twas such a bright face met mother when she
Came into the room that morn;
And she felt, as the little one told her tale
That her child had been newly born:
Mab lives not for self, but for others now,
And loves the poor and forlorn.
"I'm glad Santa's not left the rod."
'Twas such a bright face met mother when she
Came into the room that morn;
And she felt, as the little one told her tale
That her child had been newly born:
Mab lives not for self, but for others now,
And loves the poor and forlorn.
To "Iris."
PATRIOTIC SOCIETY.
"Iris," a noble task is thine,
What nobler mission can there be
Than this—to foster in the young
The love of home, and loyalty?
What nobler mission can there be
Than this—to foster in the young
The love of home, and loyalty?
Love for their country has inspired
Our noblest patriots to die;
And England's future weal depends
Upon her children's loyalty.
Our noblest patriots to die;
And England's future weal depends
Upon her children's loyalty.
Love is the key to England's power,
And her supremacy is sure
So long as in her children's hearts
Both love and loyalty endure.
And her supremacy is sure
So long as in her children's hearts
Both love and loyalty endure.
God bless thy task then, "Iris," dear,
And may thy patriotic band
Become a pillar to uphold
The glory of our native land.
And may thy patriotic band
Become a pillar to uphold
The glory of our native land.
