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Then did she feel keen sorrow's keenest sting;
And many years had passed ere comfort they would bring.
3.
For seven years did this poor woman live
In unparticipated solitude. _25 Thou mightst have seen her in the forest rude
Picking the scattered remnants of its wood.
If humanthou mightst then have learned to grieve.
The gleanings of precarious charity
Her scantiness of food did scarce supply. _30 The proofs of an unspeaking sorrow dwelt
Within her ghastly hollowness of eye:
Each arrow of the season's change she felt.
Yet still she groansere yet her race were run
One only hope: it was--once more to see her son. _35
4.
It was an eve of Junewhen every star
Spoke peace from Heaven to those on earth that live.
She rested on the moor. 'Twas such an eve
When first her soul began indeed to grieve:
Then he was here; now he is very far. _40 The sweetness of the balmy evening
A sorrow o'er her aged soul did fling
Yet not devoid of rapture's mingled tear:
A balm was in the poison of the sting.
This aged sufferer for many a year _45 Had never felt such comfort. She suppressed
A sigh--and turning roundclasped William to her breast,
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Andthough his form was wasted by the woe
Which tyrants on their victims love to wreak
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