Virtue and tears and blood;

To get that you may give amain—

Of such is parenthood.

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I chose a heart out of a hundred

To nest my own heart in;

To have that plunder'd, and two hearts sunder'd—

Who had heart for the sin?

What woman's son that saw but one

Such sanctuary waste

Could set his lips like ironstone

And raven broadcast?

What harm did we to any man

That now I must moan?

We did but follow Nature's plan

And cleave to our own;

For Life it teaches you but this:

Seek you each other;

Rise up from your clasp and kiss,

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