. To mother . B IX. ISERY to-day unveiled her faceto me,And in her arms she held a dream of mine,Long cherished at my inmost secretshrine;And now, still-born, she held it me to cried aloud in agonized surprise,That I, exempt till now, must be bereft,And all despoiled and stripped shouldthus be leftTo read the mockery in Miserys world lies all in shadow, and itseems a

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