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HER LITTLE BOY.
Joy slid into her grief,
A light shone from each tear,
When she could give her to the great belief
Her little boy was near.
A light shone from each tear,
When she could give her to the great belief
Her little boy was near.
She felt his presence mute,
And soon, his prattle still,
Aerial breathing through unearthly flute
Sent to her heart a thrill.
And soon, his prattle still,
Aerial breathing through unearthly flute
Sent to her heart a thrill.
And then, O ecstasy!
All o'er the mother's face
His tiny tender hands, with childish glee,
Ran a caressing race.
All o'er the mother's face
His tiny tender hands, with childish glee,
Ran a caressing race.
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For a sweet, rose-fleshed boy,
Forth from th' eternal day,
She 'd snatched an angel pet,—diviner joy,
Free from the earth's decay.
Forth from th' eternal day,
She 'd snatched an angel pet,—diviner joy,
Free from the earth's decay.
Regiven was her child,
Through that beneficence
Which, in celestial wisdom undefiled,
Marries all soul to sense.
Through that beneficence
Which, in celestial wisdom undefiled,
Marries all soul to sense.
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