And Thus with All Praise

Wonderful creatures!
Why must I call you bride and mother?
Curst be the idle mockery and fashion lie of such names!
Be delight unto me rather!
Joy at the encounter!
Sorrow at the ends of things!
Be to me deeds of compassion:
Have these for name, none other.
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