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BROTHERHOOD.
I'll call thee Brother of my soul,
And dream the mother-planet mild
That shone upon thy manhood's dawn
Upon my cheerless childhood smiled.
And dream the mother-planet mild
That shone upon thy manhood's dawn
Upon my cheerless childhood smiled.
As oft as thou dost speak of her
With such a fond and duteous love,
‘Thus might my son remember me!’
I ask of Him who reigns above.
With such a fond and duteous love,
‘Thus might my son remember me!’
I ask of Him who reigns above.
But out of Chaos half-matured,
In me Life's saddest discords blend;
I am God's orphan and the world's;
Even thou shalt scarcely rest my friend.
In me Life's saddest discords blend;
I am God's orphan and the world's;
Even thou shalt scarcely rest my friend.
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And yet thou art so large of heart,
So free of generous sympathy,
That sometimes by thy passing breath
A drooping flower revived may be.
So free of generous sympathy,
That sometimes by thy passing breath
A drooping flower revived may be.
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