. To mother . X ERHAPS there may be in theAfterwhileSome spirit-elf wrought all of joy and light,To touch eyes, dimmed with weep-ing, to new sight—To teach lips set in sadness how to some there be, ill-destined fromtheir birthTo march lock - step in Sorrows motley train,While past them wind, a-singingthrough the rain,Those wassailers, the chosen few ofMirth.

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