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November 29November 29 is the 333th day (334th on leap years) of the year in the Gregorian calendar. There are 32 days remaining. Events:
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See Also: November 28 - November 30 - October 29 - December 29 -- listing of all days January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December
When your mother.html">mother.html">mother was a child, she came
love.html">love.html">love.html">Love for love, and comfort for regret,
Such fond care, such love, that day by day
Studies easier, and play more sweet,
Leant on this deep love,--nor leant in vain.
Gave the sweet, and took the bitter part, -
It was hard to say which was most fair,
Or the graver Margaret's stately grace;
One thought entered into each young soul:
Loss for one--if for the other gain:
And belonged to Margaret: was her own.
Pain and sorrow for your mother's sake,
The strange mystery of her absence knew.
Even your mother thought her changed and cold,
That poor gift which Margaret laid aside:
What it was had better be forgot . . .
Arthur, darling, can you guess the rest?
Great gifts can be given by little hands,
And I hold her so. But she can claim
I can neither pay, nor yet forget:
On the purest, noblest heart may fall:
She will bless us, I believe, to-night.html">night, -
Yet Sir Arthur, as he rode away,
With the children clinging to her hand,
Crept into her arms as to a nest;
Growing nearer to her every day: -
Set in azure night!
Ere you hide your light.html">light:-
Heralding the day!
Snowflakes pure and spotless,
Binding dreary winter,
- Nay; but melt at once and bring
Do not wither yet;
Still the dews are wet: -
Fruit must come at last!
Joy, so true and tender,
Will you spread your pinions,
- Nay; an Angel's shining grace
And no hoarded golden store,
When they see my face no more?
Though my words sound gay and light,
I will make my Will to-night.
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