The Human Inheritance The New Hope, Motherhood. By William Sharp |
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II. THE STONE-BREAKER.
He stoops all bent and bowed and worn
With arm uplifted o'er the stones:
Each stone is as the poor heart's moans,
Each stroke one less to that drear morn
When he too, broken, cast aside,
Shall die with no one by his side.
With arm uplifted o'er the stones:
Each stone is as the poor heart's moans,
Each stroke one less to that drear morn
When he too, broken, cast aside,
Shall die with no one by his side.
The glow of the red sun makes all
The landscape one fierce lurid pall.
The landscape one fierce lurid pall.
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