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THE MOTHER’S VISITS.
From the French.
- LONG years ago she visited my chamber,
- Steps soft and slow, a taper in her hand;
- Her fond kiss she laid upon my eyelids,
- Fair as an angel from the unknown land:
- Mother, mother, is it thou I see?
- Mother, mother, watching over me.
- And yesternight I saw her cross my chamber,
- Soundless as light, a palm‐branch in her hand;
- Her mild eyes she bent upon my anguish,
- Calm as an angel from the blessed land;
- Mother, mother, is it thou I see?
- Mother, mother, art thou come for me?
