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| She came tonight as I sati alone. |
| The girl I used to be.... |
| And she gazed at me with her earnest eye |
| And questioned reproachfully: |
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| Have you forgotten the many plans |
| And hopes I had for you? |
| The great career, the splendid fame, |
| All the wonderful things to do? |
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| Where is the mansion of stately height |
| With all its gardens rare? |
| The silken robes that I dreamed for you |
| And the jewels in your hair? |
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| And as she spoke, I was very sad |
| For I wanted her pleased with me... |
| This slender girl from the shadowy past |
| The girl I used to be. |
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| So gently rising, I took her hand |
| And guided her up the stairs |
| Where peacefully sleeping, my babies lay |
| innocent, sweet and fair. |
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| And I told her that these are my only gems, |
| And precious they are to me; |
| That silken robes is my motherhood |
| Of costly simplicity. |
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| And my mansion of stately height is love, |
| And the only career I know |
| Is serving each day in these sheltered walls |
| For the dear ones who come and go. |
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| And as I spoke to my shadowy guest, |
| She smiled through her tears at me. |
| And I saw the woman that I am now |
| It pleased the girl I used to be. |
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