| Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (18691948). The Little Book of Modern Verse. 1917. |
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| 29. Mother |
| | | By Theresa Helburn |
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| I HAVE praised many loved ones in my song, | |
| And yet I stand | |
| Before her shrine, to whom all things belong, | |
| With empty hand. | |
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| Perhaps the ripening future holds a time | 5 |
| For things unsaid; | |
| Not now; men do not celebrate in rhyme | |
| Their daily bread. | |
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