K gomilam trem
in rajnim trem
prišla je spet
potožit bol.
Na prvi grob
vsadila cvet,
na drugi grob
dremotno luč,
na tretji grob
en solzni vzdih.
In v prvem spal
nje dragi mož,
in v drugem snul
otrok je čist.
A v tretjem spi
srce vseh src:
O, zlata mati!
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