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And fainting hearts, that hold it up,
Sink one by one— In that dark clime each rising hope
With them goes down!
Listen to that despairing cry
From a dark host! Listen! ere every wind shall sigh,
"Forever lost!"
I 'm thinking of my Mother
In this sad, dismal hour, When stormy winds and rains come down
With chilling, wintry power.
I think how oft in autumn,
When winds blew wild and cold,
"We gather'd round our mother's knee," To hear some story told.
I 'm thinking of my Mother—
How pleasantly she smiled ! I mark'd her cheerfulness of soul,
When I was but a child.
And then in days of weariness,
That came in after years, I saw her struggling calmly on
Amid submissive tears.
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