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THE PILGRIMAGE TO KEVLAAR.
I.
At the window stood the mother,
In bed the sick son lay;
"Will you not get up, William,
And see them marching away?"
"I am so ill, O mother,
That I cannot hear or see!
I think of my dead Maggie,
And my heart is broken in me."
"Get up; we will to Kevlaar,
Take missal and rosarie;
The Mother of God our Saviour
Will heal thy heart for thee."
