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27
AN EMPTY CRADLE


So weeps our Mother Church—her tears outshine
 Sun-smitten dewdrops on a summer's morn;
God's rainbow girdles her, Hope's lovely sign,
 Whereby she knows that smiles of tears are born;
Fulfilled of life herself, she would assure
Her children all of death's discomfiture.


Carlisle : 1884.