And _she_ a saint of motherhood
In hale maturity.

[Illustration]

So, pausing in my lonely round,
And all unseen of her,
I stand uncovered--her profound
And abject worshipper.

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[Illustration: "LEND ME THE BREATH OF A FRESHENING GALE."]

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IV

WIND OF THE SEA

[A.T.]


Wind of the Sea, come fill my sail--
Lend me the breath of a freshening gale
And bear my port-worn ship away!
For O the greed of the tedious town--