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 | The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere |  |
XXV. MATER DIVINÆ GRATIÆ.
The gifts a mother showers each day
Upon her softly-clamorous brood,
The gifts they value but for play,
The graver gifts of clothes and food,
Upon her softly-clamorous brood,
The gifts they value but for play,
The graver gifts of clothes and food,
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Whence come they but from him who sows
With harder hand, and reaps, the soil;
The merit of his labouring brows,
The guerdon of his manly toil?
With harder hand, and reaps, the soil;
The merit of his labouring brows,
The guerdon of his manly toil?
From Him the Grace: through her it stands
Adjusted, meted, and applied;
And ever, passing through her hands,
Enriched it seems, and beautified.
Adjusted, meted, and applied;
And ever, passing through her hands,
Enriched it seems, and beautified.
Love's mirror doubles Love's caress:
Love's echo to Love's voice is true:
Their Sire the children love not less
Because they clasp a Mother too.
Love's echo to Love's voice is true:
Their Sire the children love not less
Because they clasp a Mother too.
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