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James Whitcomb Riley - His Mother
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DEAD! my wayward boy--_my own_--
  Not _the Law`s!_ but _mine_--the good
  God`s free gift to me alone,
  Sanctified by motherhood.

  "Bad," you say: Well, who is not?
  "Brutal"--"with a heart of stone"--
  And "red-handed."--Ah! the hot
  Blood upon your own!

  I come not, with downward eyes,
  To plead for him shamedly,--
  God did not apologize
  When He gave the boy to me.

  Simply, I make ready now
  For _His_ verdict.--_You_ prepare--
  You have killed us both--and how
  Will you face us There!
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