THE KOBZAR OF THE UKRAINE
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Go forth, Katherine,
though I love you well,
I've something to ask him,
something to tell."
From the place
fair Katherine went;
While Mark his head
o'er the Servant bent.
"Mark, look at me,
Look at me well!
A secret now I have to tell.
On this faded form
set no longer store,
No servant, I, nor Anna more,
I am"
Came silence dumb,
Nor yet guessed Mark
What was to come.
Yet once again her eyelids raised
Into his eyes she deeply gazed
'Mid gathering tears.
"I from thee forgiveness pray;
I've penance offered day by day
All my life to serve another.
Forgive me, son, of me,
For I—am thy mother."
