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HIS CHILD by NINA DUFFY

First Line: I WAIT HIS RETURN AT EVEN
Last Line: FOR THEY ENFOLD HIS CHILD.
Subject(s): CHILDREN; CHILDHOOD;
I wait his return at even
As the rose light tints the west,
While a little head with flaxen curls
Nestles fondly against my breast.
A tiny life -- pure as the blossoms
That grow by the wayside -- wild,
Ah! the priceless treasure in my arms
For they enfold his child.



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