Rachel
No days that dawn can match for her
——The days before her house was bare;
Sweet was the whole year with the stir
——Of young feet on the stair.
Once was she wealthy with small cares,
——And small hands clinging to her knees;
Now is she poor, and, weeping, bears
——Her strange, new hours of ease.
——The days before her house was bare;
Sweet was the whole year with the stir
——Of young feet on the stair.
Once was she wealthy with small cares,
——And small hands clinging to her knees;
Now is she poor, and, weeping, bears
——Her strange, new hours of ease.
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