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Rh XIII

THE TWO CHILDREN

hangs the rain-drop

From the burdened spray;

Heavy broods the damp mist

On uplands far away.

Heavy looms the dull sky,

Heavy rolls the sea;

And heavy throbs the young heart

Beneath that lonely tree.

Never has a blue streak

Cleft the clouds since morn;

Never has his grim fate

Smiled since he was born.

Frowning on the infant,

Shadowing childhood's joy

Guardian-angel knows not

That melancholy boy.

Day is passing swiftly

Its sad and sombre prime;

Boyhood sad is merging

In sadder manhood's time: