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 * All hopes of all glad women who have smiled
 * In adoration on their first-born child

Here smile through one glad woman made immortal;
 * All tears of all sad women through whose heart
 * Has pierced the edge of sorrow's sevenfold dart

Lie weeping with her at death's dolorous portal.
 * For in married hues whose splendour
 * Bodies forth the gloom and grandeur
 * Of life's pageant, tragic, tender,
 * Common things transfigured flush
 * By the magic of the brush,
 * As when sun-touched raindrops glow,
 * Blent in one harmonious bow.

But see, he comes. Lord of life's changeful shows,
 * To whom the ways of Nature are laid bare,
 * Who looks on heaven and makes the heavens more fair,

And adds new sweetness to the perfumed rose;