Maurine: Part 07 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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With much hard labour and some pleasure fraughtA
The months rolled by me noiselessly that taughtA
My hand to grow more skilful in its artB
Strengthened my daring dream of fame and broughtA
Sweet hope and resignation to my heartB
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Brief letters came from Helen now and thenC
She was quite well oh yes quite well indeedD
But still so weak and nervous By and byE
When baby being older should not needD
Such constant care she would grow strong againC
She was as happy as a soul could beF
No least cloud hovered in her azure skyE
She had not thought life held such depths of blissG
Dear baby sent Maurine a loving kissG
And said she was a naughty naughty girlH
Not to come home and see ma's little pearlH
No gift of costly jewels or of goldI
Had been so precious or so dear to meF
As each brief line wherein her joy was toldI
It lightened toil and took the edge from painJ
Knowing my sacrifice was not in vainJ
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Roy purchased fine estates in Scotland whereK
He built a pretty villa like retreatL
And when the Roman Summer's languid heatL
Made work a punishment I turned my faceM
Toward the Highlands and with Roy and GraceM
Found rest and freedom from all thought and careK
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I was a willing worker Not an hourN
Passed idly by me each I would employO
To some good purpose ere it glided onP
To swell the tide of hours forever goneQ
My first completed picture known as JoyO
Won pleasant words of praise Possesses powerN
Displays much talent Very fairly doneR
So fell the comments on my grateful earS
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Swift in the wake of Joy and always nearT
Walks her sad sister Sorrow So my brushU
Began depicting Sorrow heavy eyedV
With pallid visage ere the rosy flushU
Upon the beaming face of Joy had driedV
The careful study of long months it wonR
Golden opinions even bringing forthW
That certain sign of merit a critiqueX
Which set both pieces down as daubs and weakX
As empty heads that sang their praises soY
Proving conclusively the pictures' worthZ
These critics and reviewers do not useA2
Their precious ammunition to abuseA2
A worthless work That left alone they knowY
Will find its proper level and they aimB2
Their batteries at rising works which claimB2
Too much of public notice But this shotC2
Resulted only in some noise which broughtA
A dozen people where one came beforeD2
To view my pictures and I had my hourN
Of holding those frail baubles Fame and Pow'rE2
An English Baron who had lived two scoreD2
Of his allotted three score years and tenC
Bought both the pieces He was very kindF2
And so attentive I not being blindF2
Must understand his meaningG2
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Therefore whenC
He saidH2
Sweet friend whom I would make my wifeI2
The 'Joy' and 'Sorrow' this dear hand portrayedJ2
I have in my possession now resignK2
Into my careful keeping and make mineK2
The joy and sorrow of your future lifeI2
I was prepared to answer but delayedJ2
Grown undecided suddenlyF
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My mindF2
Argued the matter coolly pro and conP
And made resolve to speed his wooing onP
And grant him favour He was good and kindF2
Not young no doubt he would be quite contentL2
With my respect nor miss an ardent loveM2
Could give me ties of family and homeN2
And then perhaps my mind was not aboveM2
Setting some value on a titled nameB2
Ambitious woman's weaknessO2
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Then my artB
Would be encouraged and pursued the sameB2
And I could spend my winters all in RomeN2
Love never more could touch my wasteful heartB
That all its wealth upon one object spentL2
Existence would be very bleak and coldI
After long years when I was gray and oldI
With neither home nor childrenR
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Once a wifeI2
I would forget the sorrow of my lifeI2
And pile new sods upon the grave of painJ
My mind so argued and my sad heart heardP2
But made no commentL2
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Then the Baron spokeQ2
And waited for my answer All in vainJ
I strove for strength to utter that one wordP2
My mind dictated Moments rolled awayR2
Until at last my torpid heart awokeQ2
And forced my trembling lips to say him nayR2
And then my eyes with sudden tears o'erranR2
In pity for myself and for this manR2
Who stood before me lost in pained surpriseS2
Dear friend I cried dear generous friend forgiveT2
A troubled woman's weakness As I liveU2
In truth I meant to answer otherwiseS2
From out its store my heart can give you naughtA
But honour and respect and yet methoughtA
I would give willing answer did you sueV2
But now I know 'twere cruel wrong I plannedA
Taking a heart that beat with love most trueV2
And giving in exchange an empty handA
Who weds for love alone may not be wiseS2
Who weds without it angels must despiseS2
Love and respect together must combineR2
To render marriage holy and divineR2
And lack of either sure as Fate destroysW2
Continuation of the nuptial joysW2
And brings regret and gloomy discontentA
To put to rout each tender sentimentA
Nay nay I will not burden all your lifeI2
By that possession an unloving wifeI2
Nor will I take the sin upon my soulX2
Of wedding where my heart goes not in wholeX2
However bleak may be my single lotA
I will not stain my life with such a blotA
Dear friend farewell the earth is very wideA
It holds some fairer woman for your brideA
I would I had a heart to give to youV2
But lacking it can only say adieuV2
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He whom temptation never has assailedA
Knows not that subtle sense of moral strengthY2
When sorely tried we waver but at lengthY2
Rise up and turn away not having failedA
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The Autumn of the third year came and wentA
The mild Italian winter was half spentA
When this brief message came across the seaF
My darling I am dying Come to meF
Love which so long the growing truth concealedA
Stands pale within its shadow Oh my sweetA
This heart of mine grows fainter with each beatA
Dying with very weight of bliss Oh comeZ2
And take the legacy I leave to youV2
Before these lips for evermore are dumbZ2
In life or death Yours Helen DangerfieldA
This plaintive letter bore a month old dateA
And wild with fears lest I had come too lateA
I bade the old world and new friends adieuV2
And with Aunt Ruth who long had sighed for homeN2
I turned my back on glory art and RomeN2
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All selfish thoughts were merged in one wild fearT
That she for whose dear sake my heart had bledA
Rather than her sweet eyes should know one tearK
Was passing from me that she might be deadA
And dying had been sorely grieved with meF
Because I made no answer to her pleaF
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O ship that sailest slowly slowly onR2
Make haste before a wasting life is goneR2
Make haste that I may catch a fleeting breathA3
And true in life be true e'en unto deathA3
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O ship sail on and bear me o'er the tideA
To her for whom my woman's heart once diedA
Sail sail O ship for she hath need of meF
And I would know what her last wish may beF
I have been true so true through all the pastA
Sail sail O ship I would not fail at lastA
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So prayed my heart still o'er and ever o'erN
Until the weary lagging ship reached shoreD2
All sad with fears that I had come too lateA
By that strange source whence men communicateA
Though miles on miles of space between them lieE
I spoke with Vivian Does she live ReplyE
The answer came She lives but hasten friendA
Her journey draweth swiftly to its endA
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Ah me ah me when each remembered spotA
My own dear home the lane that led to hisB3
The fields the woods the lake burst on my sightA
Oh then Self rose up in asserting mightA
Oh then my bursting heart all else forgotA
But those sweet early years of lost delightA
Of hope defeat of anguish and of blissG
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I have a theory vague undefinedA
That each emotion of the human mindA
Love pain or passion sorrow or despairK
Is a live spirit dwelling in the airK
Until it takes possession of some breastA
And when at length grown weary of unrestA
We rise up strong and cast it from the heartA
And bid it leave us wholly and departA
It does not die it cannot die but goesC3
And mingles with some restless wind that blowsC3
About the region where it had its birthZ
And though we wander over all the earthZ
That spirit waits and lingers year by yearT
Invisible and clothed like the airK
Hoping that we may yet again draw nearT
And it may haply take us unawareK
And once more find safe shelter in the breastA
It stirred of old with pleasure or unrestA
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Told by my heart and wholly positiveT2
Some old emotion long had ceased to liveU2
That were it called it could not hear or comeZ2
Because it was so voiceless and so dumbZ2
Yet passing where it first sprang into lifeI2
My very soul has suddenly been rifeI2
With all the old intensity of feelingG2
It seemed a living spirit which came stealingG2
Into my heart from that departed dayA
Exiled emotion which I fancied clayA
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So now into my troubled heart aboveM2
The present's pain and sorrow crept the loveM2
And strife and passion of a bygone hourN
Possessed of all their olden might and powerN
'Twas but a moment and the spell was brokenR2
By pleasant words of greeting gently spokenR2
And Vivian stood before usO2
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But I sawD3
In him the husband of my friend aloneR2
The old emotions might at times returnR2
And smould'ring fires leap up an hour and burnR2
But never yet had I transgressed God's lawD3
By looking on the man I had resignedA
With any hidden feeling in my mindA
Which she his wife my friend might not have knownR2
He was but little altered From his faceM
The nonchalant and almost haughty graceM
The lurking laughter waiting in his eyesS2
The years had stolen leaving in their placeM
A settled sadness which was not despairK
Nor was it gloom nor weariness nor careK
But something like the vapour o'er the skiesS2
Of Indian summer beautiful to seeF
But spoke of frosts which had been and would beF
There was that in his face which cometh notA
Save when the soul has many a battle foughtA
And conquered self by constant sacrificeE3
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There are two sculptors who with chisels fineR2
Render the plainest features half divineR2
All other artists strive and strive in vainR2
To picture beauty perfect and completeA
Their statues only crumble at their feetA
Without the master touch of Faith and PainR2
And now his face that perfect seemed beforeD2
Chiselled by these two careful artists woreD2
A look exalted which the spirit givesF3
When soul has conquered and the body livesF3
Subservient to its biddingG2
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In a roomG3
Which curtained out the February gloomG3
And redolent with perfume bright with flowersH3
Rested the eye like one of Summer's bowersH3
I found my Helen who was less mine nowR2
Than Death's for on the marble of her browR2
His seal was stamped indeliblyF
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Her formI3
Was like the slender willow when some stormI3
Has stripped it bare of foliage Her faceM
Pale always now was ghastly in its hueV2
And like two lamps in some dark hollow placeM
Burned her large eyes grown more intensely blueV2
Her fragile hands displayed each cord and veinR2
And on her mouth was that drawn look of painR2
Which is not uttered Yet an inward lightA
Shone through and made her wasted features brightA
With an unearthly beauty and an aweJ3
Crept o'er me gazing on her for I sawD3
She was so near to Heaven that I seemedA
To look upon the face of one redeemedA
She turned the brilliant lustre of her eyesS2
Upon me She had passed beyond surpriseS2
Or any strong emotion linked with clayA
But as I glided to her where she layA
A smile celestial in its sweetness wreathedA
Her pallid features Welcome home she breathedA
Dear hands dear lips I touch you and rejoiceK3
And like the dying echo of a voiceK3
Were her faint tones that thrilled upon my earS
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I fell upon my knees beside her bedA
All agonies within my heart were wedA
While to the aching numbness of my griefL3
Mine eyes refused the solace of a tearK
The tortured soul's most merciful reliefL3
Her wasted hand caressed my bended headA
For one sad sacred moment Then she saidA
In that low tone so like the wind's refrainR2
Maurine my own give not away to painR2
The time is precious Ere another dawnR2
My soul may hear the summons and pass onR2
Arise sweet sister rest a little whileM3
And when refreshed come hither I grow weakX
With every hour that passes I must speakX
And make my dying wishes known to nightA
Go now And in the halo of her smileM3
Which seemed to fill the room with golden lightA
I turned and left herN
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Later in the gloomG3
Of coming night I entered that dim roomG3
And sat down by her Vivian held her handA
And on the pillow at her side there smiledA
The beauteous count'nance of a sleeping childA
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Maurine spoke Helen for three blissful yearsN3
My heart has dwelt in an enchanted landA
And I have drank the sweetened cup of joyO
Without one drop of anguish or alloyO
And so ere Pain embitters it with gallO3
Or sad eyed Sorrow fills it full of tearsP3
And bids me quaff which is the Fate of allO3
Who linger long upon this troubled wayA
God takes me to the realm of Endless DayA
To mingle with His angels who aloneR2
Can understand such bliss as I have knownR2
I do not murmur God has heaped my measureN
In three short years full to the brim with pleasureN
And from the fulness of an earthly loveM2
I pass to th' Immortal Arms aboveM2
Before I even brush the skirts of WoeY
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I leave my aged parents here belowY
With none to comfort them Maurine sweet friendA
Be kind to them and love them to the endA
Which may not be far distantA
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And I leaveQ3
A soul immortal in your charge MaurineF
From this most holy sad and sacred eveQ3
Till God shall claim her she is yours to keepR3
To love and shelter to protect and guideA
She touched the slumb'ring cherub at her sideA
And Vivian gently bore her still asleepR3
And laid the precious burden on my breastA
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A solemn silence fell upon the sceneR2
And when the sleeping infant smiled and pressedA
My yielding bosom with her waxen cheekX
I felt it would be sacrilege to speakX
Such wordless joy possessed meF
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Oh at lastA
This infant who in that tear blotted pastA
Had caused my soul such travail was my ownR2
Through all the lonely coming years to beF
Mine own to cherish wholly mine aloneR2
And what I mourned so hopelessly as lostA
Was now restored and given back to meF
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The dying voice continuedA
In this childA
You yet have me whose mortal life she costA
But all that was most pure and undefiledA
And good within me lives in her againR2
Maurine my husband loves me yet I knowY
Moving about the wide world to and froY
And through and in the busy haunts of menR2
Not always will his heart be dumb with woeY
But sometime waken to a later loveM2
Nay Vivian hush my soul has passed aboveM2
All selfish feelings I would have it soY
While I am with the angels blest and gladA
I would not have you sorrowing and sadA
In loneliness go mourning to the endA
But love I could not trust to any otherN
The sacred office of a foster motherN
To this sweet cherub save my own heart friendA
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Teach her to love her father's name MaurineF
Where'er he wanders Keep my memory greenR2
In her young heart and lead her in her youthS3
To drink from th' eternal fount of TruthS3
Vex her not with sectarian discourseT3
Nor strive to teach her piety by forceT3
Ply not her mind with harsh and narrow creedsU3
Nor frighten her with an avenging GodA
Who rules His subjects with a burning rodA
But teach her that each mortal simply needsU3
To grow in hate of hate and love of loveM2
To gain a kingdom in the courts aboveM2
Let her be free and natural as the flowersH3
That smile and nod throughout the summer hoursH3
Let her rejoice in all the joys of youthS3
But first impress upon her mind this truthS3
No lasting happiness is e'er attainedA
Save when the heart some OTHER seeks to pleaseV3
The cup of selfish pleasures soon is drainedA
And full of gall and bitterness the leesV3
Next to her God teach her to love her landA
In her young bosom light the patriot's flameB2
Until the heart within her shall expandA
With love and fervour at her country's nameB2
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No coward mother bears a valiant sonR2
And this my last wish is an earnest oneR2
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Maurine my o'er taxed strength is waning youV2
Have heard my wishes and you will be trueV2
In death as you have been in life my ownR2
Now leave me for a little while aloneR2
With him my husband Dear love I shall restA
So sweetly with no care upon my breastA
Good night Maurine come to me in the morningG2
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But lo the Bridegroom with no further warningG2
Came for her at the dawning of the dayA
She heard His voice and smiled and passed awayA
Without a struggleW3
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Leaning o'er her bedA
To give her greeting I found but her clayA
And Vivian bowed beside itA
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And I saidA
Dear friend my soul shall treasure thy requestA
And when the night of fever and unrestA
Melts in the morning of EternityF
Like a freed bird then I will come to theeF
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I will come to thee in the morning sweetA
I have been true and soul with soul shall meetA
Before God's throne and shall not be afraidA
Thou gav'st me trust and it was not betrayedA
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I will come to thee in the morning dearT
The night is dark I do not know how nearT
The morn may be of that Eternal DayA
I can but keep my faithful watch and prayA
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I will come to thee in the morning loveM2
Wait for me on the Eternal Heights aboveM2
The way is troubled where my feet must climbX3
Ere I shall tread the mountain top sublimeX3
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I will come in the morning O mine ownR2
But for a time must grope my way aloneR2
Through tears and sorrow till the Day shall dawnR2
And I shall hear the summons and pass onR2
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I will come in the morning Rest secureY3
My hope is certain and my faith is sureY3
After the gloom and darkness of the nightA
I will come to thee with the morning lightA
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Three peaceful years slipped silently awayA
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We dwelt together in my childhood's homeN2
Aunt Ruth and I and sunny hearted MayA
She was a fair and most exquisite childA
Her pensive face was delicate and mildA
Like her dead mother's but through her dear eyesS2
Her father smiled upon me day by dayA
Afar in foreign countries did he roamN2
Now resting under Italy's blue skiesS2
And now with Roy in ScotlandA
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And he sentA
Brief friendly letters telling where he wentA
And what he saw addressed to May or meF
And I would write and tell him how she grewV2
And how she talked about him o'er the seaF
In her sweet baby fashion how she knewV2
His picture in the album how each dayA
She knelt and prayed the blessed Lord would bringG2
Her own papa back to his little MayA
It was a warm bright morning in the SpringG2
I sat in that same sunny porticoY
Where I was sitting seven years agoY
When Vivian came My eyes were full of tearsP3
As I looked back across the checkered yearsN3
How many were the changes they had broughtA
Pain death and sorrow but the lesson taughtA
To my young heart had been of untold worthZ
I had learned how to suffer and grow strongZ3
That knowledge which best serves us here on earthZ
And brings reward in HeavenR2
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Oh how longZ3
The years had been since that June morning whenR2
I heard his step upon the walk and yetA
I seemed to hear its echo stillA4
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Just thenR2
Down that same path I turned my eyes tear wetA
And lo the wanderer from a foreign landA
Stood there before me holding out his handA
And smiling with those wond'rous eyes of oldA
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To hide my tears I ran and brought his childA
But she was shy and clung to me when toldA
This was papa for whom her prayers were saidA
She dropped her eyes and shook her little headA
And would not by his coaxing be beguiledA
Or go to himB4
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Aunt Ruth was not at homeN2
And we two sat and talked as strangers mightA
Of distant countries which we both had seenR2
But once I thought I saw his large eyes lightA
With sudden passion when there came a pauseC4
In our chit chat and then he spokeQ2
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MaurineF
I saw a number of your friends in RomeN2
We talked of you They seemed surprised becauseC4
You were not 'mong the seekers for a nameB2
They thought your whole ambition was for fameB2
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It might have been I answered when my heartA
Had nothing else to fill it Now my artA
Is but a recreation I have THISG
To love and live for which I had not thenR2
And leaning down I pressed a tender kissG
Upon my child's fair browR2
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And yet he saidA
The old light leaping to his eyes againR2
And yet Maurine they say you might have wedA
A noble Baron one of many menR2
Who laid their hearts and fortunes at your feetA
Why won the bravest of them no returnR2
I bowed my head nor dared his gaze to meetA
On cheek and brow I felt the red blood burnR2
And strong emotion strangled speechD4
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He roseC3
And came and knelt beside meF
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Sweet my sweetA
He murmured softly God in Heaven knowsC3
How well I loved you seven years agoY
He only knows my anguish and my griefL3
When your own acts forced on me the beliefL3
That I had been your plaything and your toyA
Yet from his lips I since have learned that RoyA
Held no place nearer than a friend and brotherN
And then a faint suspicion undefinedA
Of what had been was might be stirred my mindA
And that great love I thought died at a blowY
Rose up within me strong with hope and lifeI2
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Before all heaven and the angel motherN
Of this sweet child that slumbers on your heartA
Maurine Maurine I claim you for my wifeI2
Mine own forever until death shall partA
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Through happy mists of upward welling tearsP3
I leaned and looked into his beauteous eyesS2
Dear heart I said if she who dwells aboveM2
Looks down upon us from yon azure skiesS2
She can but bless us knowing all these yearsN3
My soul had yearned in silence for the loveM2
That crowned her life and left mine own so bleakX
I turned you from me for her fair frail sakeE4
For her sweet child's and for my own I takeE4
You back to be all mine for evermoreD2
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Just then the child upon my breast awokeQ2
From her light sleep and laid her downy cheekX
Against her father as he knelt by meF
And this unconscious action seemed to beF
A silent blessing which the mother spokeQ2
Gazing upon us from the mystic shoreD2

Ella Wheeler Wilcox



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