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First Line: Hard by the road, where on that little mound
Last Line: Whilst the proud levite scowls and passes by.
Subject(s): Children; Death; Graves; Pain; Roads; Sonnet (as Literary Form); Childhood; Dead, The; Tombs; Tombstones; Suffering; Misery; Paths; Trails

HARD by the road, where on that little mound
The high grass rustles to the passing breeze,
The child of misery rests her head in peace.
Pause there in sadness: that unhallowed ground
Inshrines what once was Isabel. Sleep on,
Sleep on, poor outcast! lovely was thy cheek,
And thy mild eye was eloquent to speak
The soul of pity. Pale and woe-begone,
Soon did thy fair cheek fade, and thine eye weep
The tear of anguish for the babe unborn,
The helpless heir of poverty and scorn.
She drank the draught that chilled her soul to sleep,
I pause, and wipe the big drop from mine eye,
Whilst the proud Levite scowls and passes by.

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