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Loved, wedded, and caressed, / Although her children died / She still seemed doubly blest, / Her helpmate at her side / More dear than all the rest!
But sorrow did not kill / The thought of those so dear, / Who all her feelings fill, / As though still with her here / To play about her still.
Her little children's fate / She never could recall, / Yet lived she desolate, / For she had lost them all,- / And then she lost her mate.
When came that hour of woe / And all she loved was gone, / Not sorrow's keenest blow / Left her fond heart alone; / No parting could it know.
Nigh her he still appears, / The early times so cling; / Her simple heart still hears / Her children laugh and sing / As in the happy years.
The dead to her remain; / She heeds each gentle sound / Of theirs within her brain, / And answers smiling round: / ‘Sweet love, say that again!'
Is it that angels dwell / In that lone mother's breast? / She knows not what befell, / And so is doubly blest: / No more her heart can tell.