Our mother saw her son not long before,
And her prophetic eye discover’d more
In his wan cheek, than other eyes could see;
She heard his “trifling” cough, and o’er and o’er,
She caution’d him to watch it. Only she
Could see his danger, who had nurs’d his infancy!
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But yet she dream’d not he would die so soon,
Nor dream’d of death at all; save that her fear—
A mother’s fear for her own precious one—