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Rh And glimpse of Heaven Til see no more.’ I laid my hand her cold brow upon, But my other self in my ear said: ‘On! For those behind will help her through.’ I stepped in her place, but that cry I knew Was the last she gave, ere she silent lay 'Neath the cruel feet on the great highway.

A cottage door, as we passed, stood wide; A mother sat with her babe inside, And her eyes beamed love as she kissed the child, That raised its arms in its sleep and smiled: In the fields that bordered the great highway Children dropped, as we passed, their play. I raised a bright guinea for them to see— A golden king-cup they held to me. A sapphire's gleam from my finger fell— They gathered a bunch of the blue speedwell. A string of pearls I raised again— Laughing, they turned to their daisy chain. A youth and a maiden I next did see; I cried in my heart, ‘He will envy me.’ He smiled as he kissed the white hand that lay In his, and I sighed on the great highway. Is it worth all I lose and I leave behind, That treasure I seek, which I may not find?