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The girl I used to be... And she gazed at me with her earnest eye And questioned reproachfully: |
And hopes I had for you? The great career, the splendid fame, All the wonderful things to do? |
With all its gardens rare? The silken robes that I dreamed for you And the jewels in your hair? |
For I wanted her pleased with me... This slender girl from the shadowy past The girl that I used to be. |
And guided her up the stairs Where peacefully sleeping, my babies lay Innocent, sweet, and fair. |
And precious they are to me; That silken robes is my motherhood Of costly simplicity. |
And the only career I know Is serving each day in these sheltered walls For the dear ones who come and go. |
She smiled through her tears at me. And I saw the woman that I am now Pleased the girl I used to be. |