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Show MOTHER-SONG. "While little hands! Pink little feet! Dim pit;! all over, STvec'i, sweet, - sweet; A li.it do.t thou wail for? The unknown? the unseen? The iils that are coming. The joys that have been? I Clitis: to me closer. I Closer and closer, Till the pain that is purer Haili banish 'd the grosser. Drain, drain at the stream love, Thy hunger is freeing. That was born in a dre-am, love, Along with thy being! Little lingers that feel j i'or their home on my breast. Little lips that appeal For their nurture, their rest! "Why doost thou weep, dear? Nay. stifle thy cries. Till the dew of thy sleep, dear. Liee suit on thy eyes. Alfred Austin. |