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    THE MOTHERS LAMENT. 101

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    But John!—it seemed . I clasped him tight , Yet somehow—in swell my puzzled of haste friht

    —And Came then one — great the waters , a dashed cry him g past , ;— , And then the "waters sucked him down ,

    But still I saw his childish eyes Turn to me with upbraiding frown Of grave and strange surprise .

    But I was maddened at the time , And But With broug panting was ht the sohs lost bab with I y strugg safe John to led ! shore on , ;—peace

    He comesthat little one at night

    ; , With He rises dri when pping I lock pray s — and limbs doth stand While And till throug the morning h his hair stay with ; sea-weed mixed

    The sea-worms creep and , play . , The " ' Twas drowning cruel , Mother t _' , would when cost you knew

    pangs , And little baby in the waves Be in a moment lost . One would not think that you would then

    Care which you treasured most ! " Ah ! if I had my brother ' s eyes ! had not mine

    !—Or if I I had not then been left to lie Oh Tos ! sin Mother g amidst ! all the day brine long . the worms

    Around The cruel my winds body they twine shriek ! , You The cruel would water not think s rave how ; sad it is

    To have a watery grave . " Then " Oh do John I raise T did my love weep thee ing ! face ,

    It was , an hour , of mad uproar But And ever sore sobbing extremity stands . " my boy

    , And shakes his head at me . The earth is desert for his sake :

    His sire in heaven demands The M Those y condemnation twili little ht pleading deepens , who hands into refused ni ;— ht

    See ! yonder g ; where he st g and ;— s !

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    The Mothers Lament. 101

    THE _MOTHERS LAMENT . 101

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  • English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), April 1, 1860, page 101, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01041860/page/29/