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 INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 701

Yet is there life in that I make.

O thou who knowest, turn and see

As thou hast power over me

So have I power over these,

Because I wrought them for thy sake,

And breathed in them mine agonies.

Small mirth was in the making now I lift the cloth that cloaks the clay, And, wearied, at thy feet I lay My wares, ere I go forth to sell. The long bazar will praise, but thou Heart of my heart have I done well?

MOTHER O' MINE

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I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o' mine y mother o' mine ! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o' mine, mother o' mine !

If I were drowned in the deepest sea, Mother o' mine, mother o' mine ! I know whose tears would come down to me, Mother o' mine, mother o' mine !

If I were damned of body and soul,

I know whose prayers would make me whole,

Mother o' mine^ mother o' mine !