"We weep before the Blessed Mother's shrine, To think upon her sorrows, but her joys What nun could ever know a tithing of? The precious hours she watched above His sleep Were worth the fearful anguish of the end. Yea, lack of love is bitterest of all."
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Sara Teasdale
Sarah Trevor Teasdale (8 August 1884 β 29 January 1933) was an American poet.
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