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234 "SERANUS"
��THE MOTHER
Out of the bitter, the sweet ;
Out of the pain, the joy ; Out of the mists, the morning star ;
Out of my travail, my boy.
Out of old flesh, new flesh ;
Out of old bone, new bone ; Out of my side, my treasure and pride ;
My breast his earliest throne.
Stiff in the trenches, and stark ;
Dead 'ere the battle was won ; For that which is Right, for Love and Light,
Freely I gave my son.
After the bitter, the sweet ;
After the pain, the joy — I will not falter, nor flinch, nor faint ;
Proudly I give my boy.
— " Seranns."
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