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or thing, Denied the cover of its mother's wing. One piteous flutter and a plaint — no more I Two wondering faces from the cottage door Peer as the victor with his prey sails o'er. There were bitter tears and tenderness Within that cot, for little Bess Could hardly brook one chick the less. The kitten gambolled, the pet linnet sung; All day old Monument's shadow swung-- She mused and sobbed — her heart was wrung. The mother took her to her arms, and said: “Thy chick my child, is gone, is dead, But a kind All-Father rules o'erhead. “Such little chastenings are meant To probe the secrets in our being pent, Like sun and storm in rainbow blent. “Your father, Bess!” 'twas hard to see His parting look for you and me; His country called — such things must be. “But 'twas a pang we felt we owed For all the land on us bestowed; We faltered — but we've borne the load.” Just then the post-train screeched in sight, Glimpsed on its way with throbbing light, With tidings fraught —