OH! when a mother meets on high The Babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LWONESOMENESS by WILLIAM BARNES THEN AND NOW by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON TO NATURE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE ROCK OF LIBERTY; A PILGRIM ODE, 1629-1920: 1. VISION by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN TO - by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON RELEASE by ADA CLARKE CARMICHIEL |