Chapter 53 No.53

The babe has awakened from sleep

And unto the gaze of its mother,

Bent over it, lifted another-

Not the baby-looks that go

Unaimingly to and fro,

But an earnest gazing deep

Such as soul gives soul at length

When by work and wail of years

It winneth a solemn strength

And mourneth as it wears.

A strong man could not broo