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152 Thy mother, boy, thou hast not known, So soon she left me here to moan— Left me to weep and watch, alone, Our one beloved child.

Though, parted from my aching sight, Like homeward-speeding dove, She passed into the perfect light That floods the world above; Yet our twin spirits, well I know— Though one abide in pain below— Love, as in summers long ago, And evermore shall love.

So with a glad and patient heart I move toward mine end: The streams, that flow awhile apart, Shall both in ocean blend.