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ever bore; Her gems from her were taken; Of their fate she knew no more. Long years of withering woe went on, Each sadly as the last, To other's ears the theme became A legend of the past. But she, oh! bright she cherished Their memory enshrined, With all a mother's fondness And fadeless truth entwined. Many a hope she treasured In sorrow's gloom had burst, But still her spirit knew No grieving like the first. Along her faded forehead The hand of time had crost, And every furrow told Her mourning for the lost. With such deep love within her, What words the truth could give, Howe'er she heard the tidings-- "Thy children yet they live." But one alone was near, And with rushing feelings wild, The aged mother flew To meet once more her child. A moment passed away-- The lost one slowly came, And stood before her there-- A tall and dark-browed dame. Far from her swarthy forehead Her raven hair was roll'd; She spoke to those around her, Her voice was stern and cold: "Why seek ye here to bind me, I would again be free; They say ye are my kindred-- But what are ye to me? My spring of youth was past With the people of the wild: And slumber in the green-wood My husband and my child. 'Tis true I oft have seen ye In the visions of the night; But many a shadow comes From the dreamer's land of light. If e'er I've been among ye, Save in my wandering thought, The memory has passed away-- Ye long have been forgot." And were not these hard words to come To that fond mother's heart, Who through such years of agony Had kept her loving part. Her wildest wish was granted-- Her deepest prayer was heard-- Yet it but served to show her How deeply she had err'd. The mysteries of God's high will May not be understood; And mortals may not vainly ask, To them, what seemeth good. With spirit wrung to earth, In grief she bowed her head: "Oh! better far than meet thee thus, To mourn thee with the dead." But, think ye, He who comforted The widowed one of Nain-- Who bade the lonely Hagar With hope revive again? Think ye that mother's trusting love Should bleed witho
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