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MOTHER AND CHILD.
Into the forest dark and wild
Peers with timorous glance a child,
Ignorant what horror sleeps
In the silence of its deeps—
Ignorant, yet fearing all—
Till from the wood a well-known call
Welcomes him, and his terrors fly,
And joyfully sounds his answering cry,
‘I am coming, mother.’
Peers with timorous glance a child,
Ignorant what horror sleeps
In the silence of its deeps—
Ignorant, yet fearing all—
Till from the wood a well-known call
Welcomes him, and his terrors fly,
And joyfully sounds his answering cry,
‘I am coming, mother.’
Long on the edge of the land unknown
Lingers a soul, afraid, alone;
Wistfully questions the silent gloom
That curtains from earth the inner room;
Till from the darkness a voice is heard,
Faint as the note of a far-off bird,
And the old love reaches the soul that waits,
And he answers, drawn through the silent gates,
‘I am coming, mother!’
Lingers a soul, afraid, alone;
Wistfully questions the silent gloom
That curtains from earth the inner room;
Till from the darkness a voice is heard,
Faint as the note of a far-off bird,
And the old love reaches the soul that waits,
And he answers, drawn through the silent gates,
‘I am coming, mother!’
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