Oh Mother
A cometh to earth from thy river
A bounty divine that come in shivers
Aye i bow to thy will
Aye i mourn to thy ill
Bounty to me that i know
Troy of gold that be in a glow
Farest from whence has come
and sit with me a pleasing form
Child not much when i am of wrong
For my shivers are cloak in thy warmth
child me not, where else i go
i am a dot as sparkle to thy glow
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