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The Traitor

From The Topeka State Journal, October 28, 1914. By Helen Hay Whitney.

They lit for me no torches
    When I came home to die,
For I had sinned against the land
    Where soon I low must lie.

Black darkness hung about me;
    The dark woods knew my shame;
The little lovely leaves drew back
    And shivered as I came.

I, who had laughed and loved them,
    Who solved their secret streams,
Forgetting honor, grasped for gain
    In barter with my dreams.

From man I ask no quarter,
    No pardon for my birth;
But O deep heart, betrayed and wronged,
    Forgive me, Mother Earth.

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