O child, where thy mother hast gone?
Standth as thou in this dark night,
Tears thy go waste; succeeds only moan,
Where ist thy absolute right to sleep quiet?
That mother, who shines as some distant star,
I doubt that she is too far;
Too away is the smiley spark to mar
The ghosts, and encourage thy tiny soul at war.
O thou two unfortunate ones,
Slept when together, time was once,
Now but both awake,
Why doesn’t she take thee away and make
A little star near her for thy sake,
So that cry thou not
and motherhood drown in sorrowful lake.
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