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A Question

by Charlotte Perkins Gilman, 1911

Why is it, God, that mother's hearts are made
  So very deep and wide?
How does it help the world that we should hold
Such swelling floods of pain till we are old,
Because when we were young one grave was laid–
One baby died?

Published in Suffrage Songs and Verses

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