THE light, the spell-word of the heart, Our guiding star in weal or woe, Our talisman--our earthly chart-- That sweetest name that earth can know. We breathed it first with lisping tongue When cradled in her arms we lay; Fond memories round that name are hung That will not, cannot pass away. We breathed it then, we breath it still, More dear than sister, friend, or brother; The gentle power, the magic thrill Awakened by the name of Mother. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DREAM, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A MODEST LOVE; SONG by EDWARD DYER FRINGED GENTIANS by AMY LOWELL AT MIDSUMMER by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON THE BABIE by JEREMIAH EAMES RANKIN ONE SHORT HOUR by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH |