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THE MOURNERS by ANONYMOUS

First Line: WHEN THEY HAD MADE THE CRADLE
Last Line: ON THE WIDE GREEN EARTH
Subject(s): CRADLES;DEATH;MEMORY;MOURNING;NOSTALGIA; "DEAD, THE;BEREAVEMENT;"
When they had made the cradle
Of ivory and of gold,
Their hearts were heavy still
With the sorrow of old.

And ever as they rocked, the tears
Ran down, sad tears:
Who is it lieth dead therein,
Dead all these weary years?

And still they rock that cradle there
Of ivory and of gold:
For in their minds the shadow is
The Shadow of Old.

They weep, and know not what they weep;
They wait a vain re-birth:
Vanity of vanities, alas,
For there is but one birth
On the wide green earth.



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