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For thou, that once didst move, In thy still beauty, through an early home, Thou know'st the grief, the love, The fear of woman's soul;—to thee I come!

Many, and sad, and deep, Were the thoughts folded in thy silent breast; Thou, too, couldst watch and weep— Hear, gentlest mother! hear a heart opprest!

There is a wandering bark Bearing one from me o'er the restless waves; Oh! let thy soft eye mark His course;—be with him, Holiest, guide and save!

My soul is on that way; My thoughts are travellers o'er the waters dim Through the long weary day, I walk, o'ershadow'd by vain dreams of him.