'A SWORD SHALL GO THROUGH THINE OWN HEART.'
PROPHECY OF SIMEON
Oh! little blade of grass,
A little sword thou art,
That in thy haste to pass
Hast pierced thy mother's heart!
Oh! little blade of grass,
A little tongue thou art
Of cleaving flame,-alas!
Thou hast cleft thy mother's heart!
Oh! little blade, upcurled
Leaf, sword, or fiery dart,
To win thy Father's world
Thou must break thy mother's heart!
Dora Greenwell
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