Fires of Driftwood by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
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If any dare,
Let him take care No foolish tear be spilled upon it! Out of Babylon THEIR looks for me are bitter, And bitter is their word-- I may not glance behind unseen, I may not sigh unheard. So fare we forth from Babylon, Along the road of stone; And no one looks to Babylon Save I--save I alone! My mother's eyes are glory-filled (Save when they fall on me) The shining of my father's face I tremble when I see, For they were slaves in Babylon, And now they're walking free-- They leave their chains in Babylon, I bear my chains with me! |
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