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[257] Lead her out of this evil shadow,
     Out of these fancies wild;
Let the holy love of the mother
     Turn again to her child.

Make her lips like the lips of Mary
     Kissing her blessed Son;
Let her hands, like the hands of Jesus,
     Rest on her little one.

Comfort the soul of thy handmaid,
     Open her prison-door,
And thine shall be all the glory
     And praise forevermore. “

Then into the face of its mother
     The baby looked up and smiled;
And the cloud of her soul was lifted,
     And she knew her little child.

A beam of the slant west sunshine
     Made the wan face almost fair,
Lit the blue eyes' patient wonder,
     And the rings of pale gold hair.

She kissed it on lip and forehead,
     She kissed it on cheek and chin,
And she bared her snow-white bosom
     To the lips so pale and thin.

Oh, fair on her bridal morning
     Was the maid who blushed and smiled,
But fairer to Ezra Dalton
     Looked the mother of his child.

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