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Andrew Macphail, comp.  The Book of Sorrow.  1916.
 
XI. O Come Quickly
‘Take me, Mother Earth, to thy cold breast’
By Anna Brownell Jameson (1794–1860)
 
TAKE me, Mother Earth, to thy cold breast,
And fold me there in everlasting rest!
    The long day is o’er,
    I’m weary, I would sleep;
    But deep, deep,        5
    Never to waken more.
 
I have had joy and sorrow, I have prov’d
What life could give, have lov’d, and been belov’d;
    I am sick, and heart-sore,
    And weary; let me sleep;        10
    But deep, deep,
    Never to waken more.
 
To thy dark chamber, Mother Earth, I come,
Prepare thy dreamless bed in my last home;
    Shut down the marble door,        15
    And leave me! Let me sleep;
    But deep, deep,
    Never to waken more!
 
 
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