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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384495" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mother's Loss</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I could clasp my little babe<br> Upon my breast to-night, <br>I would not mind the blowing wind<br> That shrieketh in affright.<br>Oh, my lost babe! my little babe, <br> My babe with dreamful eyes; <br>Thy bed is cold; and night wind bold<br> Shrieks woeful lullabies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My breast is softer than the sod; <br> This room, with lighter hearth, <br>Is better place for thy sweet face<br> Than frozen mother eatrth.<br>Oh, my babe! oh, my lost babe! <br> Oh, babe with waxen hands, <br>I want thee so, I need thee so -<br> Come from thy mystic lands! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No love that, like a mother's fills<br> Each corner of the heart; <br>No loss like hers, that rends, and chills, <br> And tears the soul apart.<br>Oh, babe - my babe, my helpless babe! <br> I miss thy little form.<br>Would I might creep where thou dost sleep, <br> And clasp thee through the storm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hold thy pillow to my breast, <br> To bring a vague relief; <br>I sing the songs that soothed thy rest -<br> Ah me! no cheating grief.<br>My breathing babe! my sobbing babe! <br> I miss thy plaintive moan, <br>I cannot hear - thou art not near -<br> My little one, my own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy father sleeps. He mourns thy loss, <br> But little fathers know<br>The pain that makes a mother toss<br> Through sleepless nights of woe.<br>My clinging babe! my nursing babe! <br> What knows thy father - man -<br>How my breasts miss thy lips' soft kiss -<br> None but a mother can.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Worn out, I sleep; I wake - I weep -<br> I sleep - hush, hush, my dear; <br>Sweet lamb, fear not - Oh, God! I thought -<br> I thought my babe was here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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 Upon my breast to-night, 
I would not mind the blowing wind
 That shrieketh in affright.
Oh, my lost babe! my little babe, 
 My babe with dreamful eyes; 
Thy bed is cold; and night wind bold
 Shrieks woeful lullabi..."></div>
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