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MOTHER AND SON.
“Mother, the storm, how it shrieks without!”
“Fit night for the work, son, we're about.”
“Fit night for the work, son, we're about.”
“Mother, the razor's smeared with blood.”
“Fling it far where the river comes down in flood.”
“Fling it far where the river comes down in flood.”
“Blood on these hands, blood will be seen.”
“Water, my son, will wash them clean.”
“Water, my son, will wash them clean.”
“What will whiten the sheets and bed?”
“I'll wash them in peace now your father's dead.”
“I'll wash them in peace now your father's dead.”
“They'll see where the new-turn'd earth looks brown.”
“Son, with my feet I trampled it down.”
“Son, with my feet I trampled it down.”
“O that dead face! O hide it, night!”
“The quick-lime I strew'd will soon eat that sight.”
“The quick-lime I strew'd will soon eat that sight.”
“God! I can see his mangled throat!”
“Silence, boy! how you drivel and dote.”
“Silence, boy! how you drivel and dote.”
“Mother, his blood, it sears my soul!”
“Son, on mine alone be the whole.”
“Son, on mine alone be the whole.”
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“O would that my father were here again!”
“Thank God! that wish is wish'd in vain.”
“Thank God! that wish is wish'd in vain.”
“Here, even to drive us mad with blows.”
“Thank God! from his heart his life-blood flows!”
“Thank God! from his heart his life-blood flows!”
“Here, though mad-drunk, to kill us he swore.”
“Thank God! such oaths he'll swear no more.”
“Thank God! such oaths he'll swear no more.”
“Here again, though he starved us dead.”
“Thank God! now my work will bring us bread.”
“Thank God! now my work will bring us bread.”
“Here again, to repent his sin.”
“Thank God! to heaven never he'll win.”
“Thank God! to heaven never he'll win.”
“O that he were living, and dead were we!”
“Sleep, sleep, my son, and comfort me.”
“Sleep, sleep, my son, and comfort me.”
“How dare I sleep! how dare I dream!”
“Without him, our lives like heaven will seem.”
“Without him, our lives like heaven will seem.”
“Heaven!—hell, hell, is for you and me!”
“God help us! there will your father be!”
“God help us! there will your father be!”
“Hell hereafter! hell here!” “Forgot
“Will be hell's pains if we're where he's not!”
“Will be hell's pains if we're where he's not!”
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