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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PUREST THING I KNOW IN ALL EARTH'S HOLDING, by ANONYMOUS
Last Line: As sweet the child love then which round her floweth
Subject(s): Mothers
Last Line: As sweet the child love then which round her floweth
Subject(s): Mothers
THE purest thing I know in all earth's holding
Is mother love, her precious child enfolding;
Yet when the mother's footstep feeble groweth,
As sweet the child love then which round her floweth.
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