Walt Whitman Mother-Daughter Poems

1.
Mother And Babe

I SEE the sleeping babe, nestling the breast of its mother;
The sleeping mother and babe- hush'd, I study them long and long.
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2.
Pensive On Her Dead Gazing, I Heard The Mother Of All


PENSIVE, on her dead gazing, I heard the Mother of All,
Desperate, on the torn bodies, on the forms covering the battle-
fields gazing;
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