Here is an except. It's a poem titled BIRTH-DAY POEM (this is how it was titled in the book) that she wrote to her daughter Alida when she turned 14.
"Now fourteen summers round your head
Dear "Bobbin" thus, have quickly fled
And all, the world to you, will seem
Like one, continuous happy dream.
To thee dear darling, I impart ;
The love that fills my inmost heart;
The cherished hopes, the fond desires,
To which a mother's heart aspires'
I read within your little face
The father's likeness I can trace
All the deep love that heretofore
Had filled my heart in days of yore;
And now again returns in thee
Looks sacred, then in memory ;
Time never changes, youth must glide
From chilhood's hour to Woman's Pride!
And Love, that presence, must Divine!
Some time, dear child
Will too be thine!
Oh! God! I pray! this change
May be a reign of bliss, dear one to thee."
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