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A CHANGELING. |
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A CHANGELING.
A little changeling spirit
Crept to my arms one day:
I had no heart or courage
To drive the child away.
Crept to my arms one day:
I had no heart or courage
To drive the child away.
So all day long I soothed her,
And hushed her on my breast;
And all night long her wailing
Would never let me rest.
And hushed her on my breast;
And all night long her wailing
Would never let me rest.
I dug a grave to hold her,
A grave both dark and deep;
I covered her with violets,
And laid her there to sleep.
A grave both dark and deep;
I covered her with violets,
And laid her there to sleep.
I used to go and watch there,
Both night and morning too:—
It was my tears, I fancy,
That kept the violets blue.
Both night and morning too:—
It was my tears, I fancy,
That kept the violets blue.
I took her up: and once more
I felt the clinging hold,
And heard the ceaseless wailing
That wearied me of old.
I felt the clinging hold,
And heard the ceaseless wailing
That wearied me of old.
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I wandered, and I wandered,
With my burden on my breast,
Till I saw a church-door open,
And entered in to rest.
With my burden on my breast,
Till I saw a church-door open,
And entered in to rest.
In the dim, dying daylight,
Set in a flowery shrine,
I saw the Virgin Mother
Holding her Child divine.
Set in a flowery shrine,
I saw the Virgin Mother
Holding her Child divine.
I knelt down there in silence,
And on the Altar-stone
I laid my wailing burden,
And came away—alone.
And on the Altar-stone
I laid my wailing burden,
And came away—alone.
And now that little spirit,
That sobbed so all day long,
Is grown a shining Angel,
With wings both wide and strong
That sobbed so all day long,
Is grown a shining Angel,
With wings both wide and strong
She watches me from Heaven,
With loving, tender care,
And one day she has promised
That I shall find her there.
With loving, tender care,
And one day she has promised
That I shall find her there.
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