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XXVII.
How huge is man's long-historied grief!
Aye, even in days ere history was begun
Death stabbed some mother, and her son
Mourning as I mourn, found as small relief.
Aye, even in days ere history was begun
Death stabbed some mother, and her son
Mourning as I mourn, found as small relief.
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In some vague land forgotten of light,
Buried beneath the weight of endless years,
The same cry pierced the night—
“Mother!” Who heard? Who hears?
Buried beneath the weight of endless years,
The same cry pierced the night—
“Mother!” Who heard? Who hears?
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