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266 And from its perfumed hollow quick she brought Two little shoes, and held them to her heart, Stained them with tears, with many kisses cried, “O little feet that strayed from me apart!

“Oh, little child that I shall see no more!” She laid the casket in its hiding-place— Then bent in prayer above her deeping son, Who smiled in dreaming of another face.