Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MOTHER'S PLEA, by WILLIAM HERBERT (1778-1847) Poet's Biography First Line: I stand not here in judgment, haughty priest Last Line: "leaves life its worth. That lost I welcome death." Subject(s): Death - Children; Faith; Mothers; Death - Babies; Belief; Creed | ||||||||
"I STAND not here in judgment, haughty priest; Nature forbids. Against a mother's love, Against a wife's firm faith, there is no law, Not e'en to fellest nations gorged with flesh Of mangled captives. Whence should we adore Thy deity, who mew'd like one infirm, In that low fane, sends forth his ministers To deeds of pitiless rape? Our God bestows Harvest and summer fruits, chaining the winds Which never lash our groves. Ye bend the knee To the carved crucifix in temples wrought By human hands; ye lift the hymn of praise By torches' glare at noon day: but the God We serve, best honour'd by the glorious ray Of his great luminary, dwells not here Prison'd midst walls, frail work of mortal skill. We worship him abroad, under the vault Of his own heaven; yon star-paved firmament, The wilderness, the flood, the wreathed clouds That float from those far mountains robed in mist, The summits unapproach'd, untouch'd by time, Snow-clad, are his; too vast to be confined He fills his works. Bow ye the trembling knee To your own idols and that murd'rous law Which bids you seize a mother's callow brood In hour of peace! The Carib doth not this, The man-devouring Cabre! Are ye slaves Unto the spirit of ill who wars with God, Iolokiamo, the worst foe to man? That, riving thus the hallow'd ties of life, Ye work his evil will, and mar the scheme Of Him beneficent, whose fostering care Amid these wilds is over all his works. If there be one great Being, who hears our prayer, When that sonorous trump, which but to view Were death to woman, through each leafy glade Ten leagues aloof sends forth the voice of praise, Oh, tremble at his wrath! My little ones, If e'er, restored, ye reach your father's hut, Tell him I live but while the fervent hope Of freedom and reunion with my own Leaves life its worth. That lost I welcome death." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNHOLY SONNET 4 by MARK JARMAN QUIA ABSURDUM by ROBINSON JEFFERS GOING TO THE HORSE FLATS by ROBINSON JEFFERS SONNET TO FORTUNE by LUCY AIKEN JONATHAN EDWARDS IN WESTERN MASSACHUSETTS by ROBERT LOWELL RELIGIOUS INSTRUCTION by MINA LOY AETIUS THE UNBELIEVER by WILLIAM HERBERT (1778-1847) |
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