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There are tears upon her face—
 * Tears newly shed, and scarcely dried:

Close, in an agonized embrace,
 * She clasps the infant at her side.

Peace dwells in those soft-lidded eyes,
 * And parted lips that faintly smile—

Peace, the foretaste of Paradise,
 * In heart too young for care or guile.

No peace the mother's features wear;
 * But quivering lip, and knotted brow,

And broken mutterings, all declare
 * The fearful dream that haunts her now.