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Ada Cambridge - Awake
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Calm as that moonbeam on the wall, 
    Sleep broods on baby`s eyes; 
Arms, hush`d and still, but pulsing quick, 
    Enfold him as he lies; 
My brain is full of thronging thoughts, 
    Strange passions thrill my breast, 
My heart aches with a load of love 
    That will not let me rest. 

The dim years stand about my bed, 
    They neither smile nor weep; 
Like softest kisses, on my face 
    The little fingers creep. 
I hear slow footfalls, in the night 
    Of fates upon his track,— 
O love, I cannot let you go! 
    I cannot keep you back! 

Lord, let him shelter in my arms, 
    Or take us both to Thine; 
Or, if a troublous life must come, 
    Make all the trouble mine: 
Or let thy sharp swords pierce my heart 
    To blunt them for the child,— 
What care I, Lord, for stain and shame, 
    So he keep undefiled! 

Nay, Lord, I know not what I ask— 
    I know not how to pray: 
Hear Thou the crying mother-soul, 
    And not the words I say. 
Do Thou what seemeth good to Thee, 
    So he be spared from sin; 
And, oh! if love can aught avail, 
    Let mine be counted in.
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