Nettie Palmer Poems

IN the sorrow and the terror of the nations,
In a world shaken through by lamentations,
Shall I dare know happiness
That I stitch a baby’s dress?
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WHEN shall I make a song for you, my love?
When you are nigh me?
Not so, for then the hours unnamed go by me,
Flocking like dove on dove.
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DID you know, little child,
Ere you left the outer wild,
There were strong hands steady,
There were old songs ready,
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