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Katharine Tynan - The Sad Spring
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The Spring weeps, she is forlorn; 
     Well that she may weep, alas! 
Now that many babes are born
     Whose dear fathers lie in grass. 


Snowdrops in the frozen earth
     Faint and are not comforted; 
Never was so sad a birth, 
     Never was so sad a bed. 


She must bear her pangs alone. 
     Where is sorrow like to hers? 
In an anguish cold as stone
     Her dead soldier`s child she bears. 


Now her trembling arms will hold
     Close the piteous downy thing
To a milky breast as cold
     As the frozen water-spring. 


Now she hopes and dreads to find
     Likeness in the little son
To his father, brave and kind. 
     Like or not, her heart`s undone. 


Tender nurslings born in pain, 
     Mother`s comfort, mother`s grief, 
When her tears run down like rain, 
     Lord, bring Thou a handkerchief. 


Wipe the widow`s tears away, 
     Father orphan boys and girls. 
Lead them out where they may play, 
     With Thy hand upon their curls.
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