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IT is not yours, O mother, to complain, / Not, mother, yours to weep, / Though nevermore your son again / Shall to your bosom creep, / Though nevermore again you watch your baby sleep.
Though in the greener paths of earth, / Mother and child, no more / We wander; and no more the birth / Of me whom once you bore, / Seems still the brave reward that once it seemed of yore;