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ANNIVERSARY.
A Mother and a Child, most blesséd sight,My spirit saw—a pure and holy pair:
The infant open-eyed to morning air
Of its new world, baptized in earthly light;
The Mother with the ecstatic knowledge bright
Of her first motherhood, how gently fair!
Breathing her blissful breath to heaven in prayer,
Keeping her heart so near her new delight!
“Who are you, gentle visions?” then I said—
But these were gone. An Angel came and spoke:
“I am that mother; see my darling's head
I lay upon your bosom.” I awoke,
Warm with great tender gratitude, and wept;
Your head was on my bosom while I slept.
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