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THE VEILS OF MAYA by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL

First Line: MOTHER, WITH WHOM OUR LIVES SHOULD BE
Last Line: AND THROUGH THE PILGRIMAGE OF PAIN.
Subject(s): MOTHERS; PAIN; SUFFERING; MISERY;
MOTHER, with whom our lives should be,
Not hatred keeps our lives apart:
Charmed by some lesser glow in thee,
Our hearts beat not within thy heart.

Beauty, the face, the touch, the eyes,
Prophets of thee, allure our sight
From that unfathomed deep where lies
Thine ancient loveliness and light.

Self-found at last, the joy that springs
Being thyself, shall once again
Start thee upon the whirling rings
And through the pilgrimage of pain.



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