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In The Waste Hour

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In the waste hour
Between to-day and yesterday
We watched, while on my arm -
Living flesh of her flesh, bone of her bone -
Dabbled in sweat the sacred head
Lay uncomplaining, still, contemptuous, strange:
Till the dear face turned dead,
And to a sound of lamentation
The good, heroic soul with all its wealth -
Its sixty years of love and sacrifice,

Suffering and passionate faith--was reabsorbed
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* Sunprincess * 22 February 2016

........a heartfelt lamentation....beautiful words of a son's loss ? And the brave truth comes overwhelmingly home: - That she in us yet works and shines, Lives and fulfils herself, Unending as the river and the stars

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