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XXXIV.
Through this last strange sad year
Beside the graveyard gate
I seem to have stood, there watching bier on bier,
Myself most desolate.
Beside the graveyard gate
I seem to have stood, there watching bier on bier,
Myself most desolate.
I have seen a beauty radiant as the morn,
A young girl's bloom,
Into that starless blackness borne
We, shuddering, call the tomb:
A young girl's bloom,
Into that starless blackness borne
We, shuddering, call the tomb:
I have seen a mother's love depart—
Having struck once, O Lord,
Not in its sheath, but in my heart,
Thou hast sheathed thy dripping sword!
Having struck once, O Lord,
Not in its sheath, but in my heart,
Thou hast sheathed thy dripping sword!
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