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AT TWILIGHT.
Would miss the deep love that I bear him If left in this bleak world alone.For him I could still bear my burdens, For him would brave misery's sting,Would meet uncomplaining the future With all the deep grief it may bring.
My treasure—my golden-haired darling— The one beaming light in my sky—The one earthly joy that would make me Unwilling, regretful to die.Ah! yes, and there still is another Strong tie to this world and its strife,A faint little spirit depending On mine for its being and life.
My soul, with its motherhood fondness, Goes out with a yearning sublime,Enfolding with its passionate loving My babe on the threshold of time.I know I shall pass 'neath the shadow That leads to the portal of death;My life may go out in the hour That gives to my darling its breath.
