“I know—yet my arms are empty,
That fondly folded seven,
And the mother heart within me
Is almost starved for heaven.”

—  Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

Are the Children at Home.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

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