The Blind Child Prayer
They tell me father tonight that,
You wed another bride
That you will clasp in your arms
Where my dear mother died.
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.
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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