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Katharine Tynan - The Young MotherKatharine Tynan - The Young Mother
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In dreadful times of tears and war She sails, a little fixed star, Or like a little ship she glides With gentle winds and favouring tides Up to the harbour bar. Wrapped in all mild tranquillities She muses: inward gaze her eyes; And lest she slip upon a stone Gabriel or some shining one Guards her high destinies. No rumour reaches her at all, Beyond her safe encompassing wall, Of a mad world that slays and slays: She sees a little one that plays And sleeps at evenfall. She is in the House of Life: and where She goes the angels bend to her, A little secret garden-close, Sweet with the lily and the rose, With frankincense and myrrh.
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