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tasso.
Dear heart of my mother, mother
Long resting from earth and anguish,
Pity—pity, pity thy child!
Long resting from earth and anguish,
Pity—pity, pity thy child!
O what have they taken from me?
Thought, and will, and affection,
And left for my brain but a throb,
Thought, and will, and affection,
And left for my brain but a throb,
For my heart but endless thirsting,
And the blank, burnt desert of being
Spread awful, and blinding, and mute.
And the blank, burnt desert of being
Spread awful, and blinding, and mute.
Yet sometimes in the great Presence
Of moments fallen from heaven,
Whose law, though not known, I obey,
Of moments fallen from heaven,
Whose law, though not known, I obey,
Once more is thought disentangled,
And there come the beautiful children
Of the eternal spring unto me.
And there come the beautiful children
Of the eternal spring unto me.
