| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | X. The Pity of It Child of a day | | By Walter Savage Landor (17751864) |
| | | CHILD of a day, thou knowest not | |
| The tears that overflow thine urn, | |
| The gushing eyes that read thy lot, | |
| Nor, if thou knewest, couldst return! | |
| And why the wish! the pure and blest | 5 |
| Watch like thy mother oer thy sleep. | |
| O peaceful night! O envied rest! | |
| Thou wilt not ever see her weep. | | | | |
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