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These ever wakeful eyes are closed. They saw / Such grief, that they could see no more. The heart -- / That quick'ning pulse of nations -- could not bear / Another throb of pain, and could not hear / Another cry of tortur'd motherhood.
Those uncomplaining lips, they sob no more / The soundless sobs of dark and burning tears, / That none have seen; they smile no more, to breathe / A mother's comfort into aching hearts.