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I'm young, alone, my husband is in jail. But there's a wonder in what fortune may be Given us, though time its wisdom veil. Please help me be a mother much as you are By being but a mother once removed, As I become the daughter that I thus far Have never been, by love and labor proved. And let me love as you did my own child, Making the best of what I wrought in pain; For once fate leaves, one ought to think it smiled, Rejoicing in what one would rue in vain. I would not give my child to another; I need you now, but only as my mother. |