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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By Grace DenioLitchfield

1020 To a Hurt Child

WHAT, are you hurt, Sweet? So am I;

Cut to the heart;

Though I may neither moan nor cry,

To ease the smart.

Where was it, Love? Just here! So wide

Upon your cheek!

Oh happy pain that needs no pride,

And may dare speak.

Lay here your pretty head. One touch

Will heal its worst,

While I, whose wound bleeds overmuch,

Go all unnursed.

There, Sweet. Run back now to your play,

Forget your woes.

I too was sorely hurt this day,—

But no one knows.