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Yet is there life in that I make.
O thou who knowest, turn and see
As thou hast power over me
So have I power over these,
Because I wrought them for thy sake,
And breathed in them mine agonies.
Small mirth was in the making now I lift the cloth that cloaks the clay, And, wearied, at thy feet I lay My wares, ere I go forth to sell. The long bazar will praise, but thou Heart of my heart have I done well?
MOTHER O' MINE
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I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o' mine y mother o' mine ! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o' mine, mother o' mine !
If I were drowned in the deepest sea, Mother o' mine, mother o' mine ! I know whose tears would come down to me, Mother o' mine, mother o' mine !
If I were damned of body and soul,
I know whose prayers would make me whole,
Mother o' mine^ mother o' mine !