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Then the wood failed—then the food failed—then the last water dried
In the faith of little children we lay down and died.
On the sand-drift—on the veldt-side—in the fern-scrub we lay.
That our sons might follow after by the bones on the way.
Follow after—follow after! We have watered the root,
And the bud has come to blossom that ripens for fruit!