Lydia Sigourney,
The Widow at Her Daughter's Bridal
(1875)
“ And shouldst thou, wondering, mark a tear, Unconscious, from her eyelids break, Be pitiful, and soothe the fear That man's strong heart may ne'er partake. A mother yields her gem to thee, On thy true breast to sparkle rare; She places'neath thy household tree The idol of her fondest care; And, by thy trust to be forgiven When judgment wakes in terror wild, By all thy treasured hopes of heaven, Deal gently with the widow's child. This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”
