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Mother and Poet
f looked sublime

    As taly. One boy remained

    to be leant on and ime

    greal, wrained

    to t he had gained.

    X.

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    rit no in one  to faint, --

    One loved me for th me ere long :

    And Viva l Italia ! -- ,

    .quot;

    XI.

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    And e dispossessed,

    to live on for t.quot;

    XII.

    On elegraph line

    S smoot nea : -- S.

    tell  ` mine,

    No voice says quot;My mot; again to me.  !

    You t ?

    XIII.

    Are souls straig, dizzy h heaven,

    tions, conceive not of woe ?

    I t. too lately forgiven

    t Love and Sorrow which reconciled so

    the Above and Below.

    XIV.

    O C of t the dark

    to ther ! consider, I pray,

    and desolate, mark,

    being Cs, die urned away,

    And no last o say !

    XV.

    Bot ts out of nature. e all

    riots, yet eac always keep one.

    to a wall ;

    And,  done

    74

    If we  a son ?

    XVI.

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    Of t of men ?

    ort

    t ?

    XVII.

    heir new jubilee,

    akes all s we, green, and red,

    ry from mountain to sea,

    or alys crown on his head,

    (And I have my Dead) --

    XVIII.

    t mock me. Ah, ring your bells low,

  
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