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The mother soothes her mantled child / With incantation sad and wild; / A deep compassion brims her eye / And stills upon her lips, the sigh.
Her thoughts are leaping down the years, / O'er branding bars, through seething tears, / Her heart is sandaling his feet / Adown the world's corroding street.
Then, with a start she dons a smile / His tender yearnings to beguile, / And only God will ever know / The wordless measure of her woe.