Come to me when grief is over, When the tired eyes, Seek thy cloudy wings to cover Close their burning skies. Come to me when tears have dwindled Into drops of dew, When the sighs like sobs re-kindled Are but deep and few. Hold me like a crooning mother, Heal me of the smart; All mine anguish let me smother In thy brooding heart. Duncan Campbell Scott
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