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ix.

I have been wild and wayward, but you'll forgive me now;

You'll kiss me, my own mother, upon my cheek and brow;
Nay, nay, you must not weep, nor let your grief be wild,
You should not fret for me, mother, you have another child.

x.

If I can I'll come again, mother, from out my resting-place;

Though you'll not see me, mother, I shall look upon your face;
Though I cannot speak a word, I shall harken what you say,
And be often, often with you when you think I'm far away.

xi.

Goodnight, goodnight, when I have said goodnight for evermore,

And you see me carried out from the threshold of the door;
Don't let Effie come to see me till my grave be growing green:
She'll be a better child to you than ever I have been.