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 234 "SERANUS"

��THE MOTHER

Out of the bitter, the sweet ;

Out of the pain, the joy ; Out of the mists, the morning star ;

Out of my travail, my boy.

Out of old flesh, new flesh ;

Out of old bone, new bone ; Out of my side, my treasure and pride ;

My breast his earliest throne.

Stiff in the trenches, and stark ;

Dead 'ere the battle was won ; For that which is Right, for Love and Light,

Freely I gave my son.

After the bitter, the sweet ;

After the pain, the joy — I will not falter, nor flinch, nor faint ;

Proudly I give my boy.

— " Seranns."

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