The Widow

MISS C. M. MITCHELL
In Punch
Reproduced by special permission of the Proprietors of "Punch"

My heart is numb with sorrow;
The long days dawn and wane;
To me no sweet tomorrow
Will bring my man again.

Yet must my grief be hidden--
Life makes insistent claim, 
And women, anguish-ridden,
Their rebel hearts must tame.

For while, my vigil keeping, 
I face the eternal law, 
Here on my breast lies sleeping
The son he never saw. 

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