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But to the fair face, dreaming on the world
Of future wonder and the things to be,
The rolling years came slowly, till the time
Had shaped her woman and had overborne
Her girlhood. Then the mother looked at her
And thought, ‘My wish sights haven in this child.
My still endeavour all these eighteen years
Has fruited richly. I shall see good days
And lay my bones in honourable rest.’
Of future wonder and the things to be,
The rolling years came slowly, till the time
Had shaped her woman and had overborne
Her girlhood. Then the mother looked at her
And thought, ‘My wish sights haven in this child.
My still endeavour all these eighteen years
Has fruited richly. I shall see good days
And lay my bones in honourable rest.’
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