Thrice The Ached To Lose Child
Thrice the ached to lose child.
Tight-grasped of, and as soft
A hand. The true key of
Home; and its love!
Leading on, more beguiled
Mother, motherly wife
Lastly, whilst Earth farewell
Myself, angel.
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