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I thought—O God!—my first-born's cry

Both voices to my ear would drown:

I listened in mine agony—

It was the silence, made me groan!

And now my spinning is all done.

Bury me 'twixt my mother's grave,

Who cursed me on her death-bed lone,

And my dead baby's—(God it save!)

Who, not to bless me, would not moan.

And now my spinning is all done.

A stone upon my heart and head,

But no name written on the stone!

Sweet neighbours! whisper low instead,

"This sinner was a loving one—

And now her spinning is all done."

And let the door ajar remain,

In case he should pass by anon;

And leave the wheel out very plain,

That, when passing in the sun,

May see the spinning is all done.