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The courage that my mother had
Went with her, and is with her still:
Rock from New England quarried;
Now granite in a granite hill.
The golden brooch my mother wore
She left behind for me to wear;
I have no thing I treasure more:
Yet, it is something I could spare.
Oh, if instead she’d left to me
The thing she took into the grave!-
That courage like a rock, which she
Has no more need of, and I have.
Berenice Abbott O’Neill: American Photographer. Circa 1929. Two gelatin silver prints, probably printed in the 1940s or 1950s. Each approximately 9 1/2 x 7 5/8 in.