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An Indian Mother About To Destroy Her Child

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Awhile she lay all passive to the touch
Of those small fingers, and the soft, soft lips
Soliciting the sweet nutrition thence,
While yearning sympathy crept round her heart,
She felt her spirit yielding to the charm,
That wakes the parent in the fellest bosom,
And binds her to her little one for ever,
If once completed - but she broke - she broke it.

For she was brooding o'er her sex's wrongs,

And seem'd to lie among a nest of scorpions,
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