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XIII.
“Η δε μεθωδηγησεν, απο στερνων προφερουσα
Μαζον, τον λιμου ρυτορα και θανατου.”
Epigr. Leon. Alex.
Μαζον, τον λιμου ρυτορα και θανατου.”
Epigr. Leon. Alex.
As on the cliff her infant steals
No sound a mother's heart reveals;
He on the verge that looks from high
Creeps in unconscious infancy.
No sound a mother's heart reveals;
He on the verge that looks from high
Creeps in unconscious infancy.
Yet still no voice, no sound is heard,
She utters not one warning word,
But drawing near, and watching there,
She leans, and lays her bosom bare.
She utters not one warning word,
But drawing near, and watching there,
She leans, and lays her bosom bare.
“Can a woman forget her sucking child?. . . .Yea, they
may forget, yet will I not forget thee.”
Is. xlix. 15.
How tender, Lord, Thy ways of love!
Thy very Silence doth reprove,
And to Thy breast Thy child recall
Trembling o'er an eternal fall.
Thy very Silence doth reprove,
And to Thy breast Thy child recall
Trembling o'er an eternal fall.
What long forbearance hath been Thine,
More than maternal, love divine,
Whose gifts Thy very heart disclose,
And there invite him to repose!
More than maternal, love divine,
Whose gifts Thy very heart disclose,
And there invite him to repose!
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