THE sons of many other mothers Have pink and white cheeks just as fair, And wealth of gold and brown locks waving; But none can with my boy compare! Oft in the distance with his comrades I see him coming, while afar, Among the whole group shining radiant As when from gray clouds gleams a star! When merry songs in neighb'ring woodlands Ring forth like sweet bells, pure and clear, I hear but one mid all the voices, -- My son's alone doth reach my ear! And when a ball in happy play-time Flies upward to the very roof, I know that my own boy's hand flung it, -- Of his young strength a joyous proof! When fifteen more brief years have fleeted, The vision ye will see with me, As slender as a green young fir-trunk He stands beneath the apple-tree! E'en now his bright, clear eyes uplifted The radiant sunshine strive to bear: Yes, there are sons of other mothers, But none can with my boy compare! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DELIGHT IN DISORDER by ROBERT HERRICK PRISONED IN WINDSOR, HE RECOUNTETH HIS PLEASURE THERE PASSED by HENRY HOWARD LOVE SONGS TO JOANNES by MINA LOY TO A NEW YORK SHOP-GIRL DRESSED FOR SUNDAY by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH OUT OF THE SHADOWS: AN UNFINISHED SONNET-SEQUENCE 9 by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. |