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CECILE. " Mother, you never taught me how to pray." —Fanny Fern. She iffy upon a weary bed Of sickness and of pain, From which her throbbing, aching heart Might never rise again. A tearful face her dimni'd eye sought, In anguish turned away; " Mother," she said, " you never taught Your Cecile how to pray;— I'm dying! and you never taught Your daughter how to pray." And what avail'd that mother's tears Her idiot child to save ? Iflot father's hopes, her own dread fears Could snatch her from the grave. Full of remorse that parent's thought, As through the sad long day Rang in her cars, " You never taught Your Cecile how to pray!" Those haunting words, " You never taught Your daughter how to pray." Well might she ask her stricken heart, Marred by the world's control, How had she played a mother's part By that immortal soul ? No comfort to her now it brought, That she 'neath Fashion's sway Had nursed her, for she never taught Her daughter how to pray ; For life or death had never taught Her daughter how to pray. ZOILA.
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Colonist, Volume III, Issue 210, 25 October 1859, Page 4
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186Original Poetry. Colonist, Volume III, Issue 210, 25 October 1859, Page 4
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