Effie Morton
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The Blind Child Prayer
1
They tell me father tonight that,
You wed another bride
That you will clasp in your arms
Where my dear mother died.
2
That she will lay her graceful head,
Upon your manly breast
Where she who now lies low in death
In lifes last hours did rest.
3
They say her name is Mary, too
The name my mother bore
But father is she kind and true
Like the one you loved before
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