Do you know that your soul is of my soul such a part,
That you seem to be fibber and core 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 the 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 its verdict you've won,
"She reaped as she sowed. Lo! this is her son."
~MARGARET JOHNSTON GRAFFLIN