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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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