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THE WATCHER.
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The night was dark and fearful,The blast swept wailing by;—
A Watcher, pale and tearful,
Looked forth with anxious eye;
How wistfully she gazes—
No gleam of morn is there!
And then her heart upraises
Its agony of prayer!
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Within that dwelling lonely,Where want and darkness reign,
Her precious child, her only,
Lay moaning in his pain;
And death alone can free him—
She feels that this must be:
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Smile once again on me!”
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A hundred lights are glancingIn yonder mansion fair,
And merry feet are dancing—
They heed not morning there:
Oh! young and lovely creatures,
One lamp, from out your store,
Would give that poor boy's features
To her fond gaze once more.
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The morning sun is shining—She heedeth not its ray;
Beside her dead, reclining,
That pale, dead mother lay!
A smile her lip was wreathing,
A smile of hope and love,
As though she still were breathing—
“There 's light for us above!”
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