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XXXIIBETWEEN GRAVE AND CRADLE
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XXXII
BETWEEN GRAVE AND CRADLE
She will not come again, or bless thy bed,
Fair lamb asleep, softer than thy soft nest;
Or count the heavings of a grandchild's breast,
Kissing the pure fresh lips rose-garlanded,
Life's open gates:—Ah vain, ah vain;
She will not come again.
Fair lamb asleep, softer than thy soft nest;
Or count the heavings of a grandchild's breast,
Kissing the pure fresh lips rose-garlanded,
Life's open gates:—Ah vain, ah vain;
She will not come again.
Unseen by her thy face, warm nestled Dove,
Snatch'd ere she knew the fruitful hours to be,
Her own child's blessedness fulfill'd in thee,
This waxen miniature, this roseblush Love:
Here, Angel Mother, here!—Ah vain—
She will not come again.
Snatch'd ere she knew the fruitful hours to be,
Her own child's blessedness fulfill'd in thee,
This waxen miniature, this roseblush Love:
Here, Angel Mother, here!—Ah vain—
She will not come again.
Thou smil'st on me: thy baby grasp repays
The touch of mine: I see her in thy face:
Her heart informs the lastling of her race:
I hear the fairy feet of jocund days,
The dear remember'd voice: Ah vain;
She will not come again.
The touch of mine: I see her in thy face:
Her heart informs the lastling of her race:
I hear the fairy feet of jocund days,
The dear remember'd voice: Ah vain;
She will not come again.
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Sweet smiler! so! 'tis blithe Love foots the stair,
A mother's carol cry beyond the door:—
O she would smile to hear, who smiles no more,
And bid me wipe the fond tears of despair
And joy where all is joy:—Ah vain—
She will not come again.
A mother's carol cry beyond the door:—
O she would smile to hear, who smiles no more,
And bid me wipe the fond tears of despair
And joy where all is joy:—Ah vain—
She will not come again.
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