From Generation to Generation
O son of mine, when dusk shall find thee bending
Between a gravestone and a cradle's head —
Between the love whose name is loss unending
And the young love whose thoughts are liker dread, —
Thou too shalt groan at heart that all thy spending
Cannot repay the dead, the hungry dead.
Between a gravestone and a cradle's head —
Between the love whose name is loss unending
And the young love whose thoughts are liker dread, —
Thou too shalt groan at heart that all thy spending
Cannot repay the dead, the hungry dead.
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