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Hunt and Lee, comps.  The Book of the Sonnet.  1867.
II. Her Visits to Her Mother’s Grave
By Frederick Tennyson (1807–1898)
OFTTIMES I mark thee, while the village tower
  Takes the first glow of the new-risen morn,
  Bending among the tombs like one forlorn;
There is thy mother’s grave; there, sun or shower,
Art thou, and there is cherished every flower        5
  She loved the best; and ’t is thy secret trust
  That in the blossoms springing from her dust
Lives something of her to this very hour.
There, on the Sabbath days, mayst thou be seen
  The first of all, the last to linger there;        10
Sweet memories of her virtues come between
  Thy whispered words, and mingle with thy prayer;
And aged women, doomed to endless toil,
Stay by the porch, and weep with thee, or smile.

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