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MOTHER AND DAUGHTER; AN UNCOMPLETED SONNET SEQUENCE: 24 by AUGUSTA DAVIES WEBSTER

First Line: YOU SCARCELY ARE A MOTHER, AT THAT RATE
Last Line: YET I, I DO NOT ENVY THEM INDEED.
Subject(s): MOTHERS & DAUGHTERS;
"You scarcely are a mother, at that rate.
Only one child!" The blithe soul pitied loud.
And doubtless she, amid her household crowd,
When one brings care in another's fortunate;
When one fares forth another's at her gate.
Yea, were her first-born folded in his shroud,
Not with a whole despair would she be bowed,
She has more sons to make her heart elate.

Many to love her singly, mother theirs,
To give her the dear love of being their need,
To storm her lap by turns and claim their kiss,
To kneel around her at their bed-time prayers;
Many to grow her comrades! Some have this.
Yet I, I do not envy them indeed.




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