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Mother Wept.
Mother wept, and father sighed;
With delight a-glow
Cried the lad, “To-morrow,” cried,
“To the pit I go.”
With delight a-glow
Cried the lad, “To-morrow,” cried,
“To the pit I go.”
Up and down the place he sped,—
Greeted old and young;
Far and wide the tidings spread;
Clapt his hands and sung.
Greeted old and young;
Far and wide the tidings spread;
Clapt his hands and sung.
Came his cronies; some to gaze
Wrapt in wonder; some
Free with counsel; some with praise;
Some with envy dumb.
Wrapt in wonder; some
Free with counsel; some with praise;
Some with envy dumb.
“May he,” many a gossip cried,
“Be from peril kept;”
Father hid his face and sighed,
Mother turned and wept.
“Be from peril kept;”
Father hid his face and sighed,
Mother turned and wept.
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