THE WIDOW MISS C. M. MITCHELL
Reading edition
in Punch
Reproduced by special permission of the Proprietors of “Punch”
MY heart is numb with sorrow; The long days dawn and wane; To me no sweet tomorrow Will bring my man again. Yet must my grief be hidden— Life makes insistent claim, And women, anguish-ridden, Their rebel hearts must tame. For while, my vigil keeping, I face the eternal law, Here on my breast lies sleeping The son he never saw.