THE TWO MAMMAS.

FOR HENRY AND EDWARD.


'Tis strange to talk of two mammas!
Well, come and sit by me,
And I will try to tell you how
So strange a thing can be.

Years since you had a dear mamma,
So gentle, good and mild,
Her Father God looked down from heaven,
And loved his humble child.

Thy first mamma died on board of the vessel which took her from Burmah.
At parting--

----She kissed her little boys
With white and quivering lip;
And while the tears were falling fast,
They bore her to the ship.

And Abby, Pwen, and Enna went--
Oh! it was sad to be
Thus parted--three upon the land,
And three upon the sea.

Thy first mamma was buried on a distant rocky isle, where none but
strangers rest. The vessel passed on her voyage, and--