HOW fair you are, my mother! Ah, though 'tis many a year Since you were here, Still do I see your beauteous face, And with the glow Of your dark eyes cometh a grace Of long ago. So gentle, too, my mother! Just as of old, upon my brow, Like benedictions now, Falleth your dear hand's touch; And still, as then, A voice that glads me overmuch Cometh again, My fair and gentle mother! How you have loved me, mother, I know not power to tell, Knowing full well That even in the rest above It is your will To watch and guard me with your love, Loving me still. And, as of old, my mother, I am content to be a child, By mother's love beguiled From all these other charms; So to the last Within thy dear, protecting arms Hold thou me fast, My guardian angel, mother. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN WALKED BUD WITH A PALETTE by CLARENCE MAJOR NIGHT PIECE (2) by EDITH SITWELL THE CHINESE LAUNDRYMAN by KAREN SWENSON TO THE FAIR CLARINDA, WHO MADE LOVE TO ME by APHRA BEHN THE BARBER'S by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE VOICE OF SPRING by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS ON THE LIFE OF MAN by WALTER RALEIGH TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP by GEORGE FREDERICK ROOT THE BALLAD OF CHICKAMAUGA [SEPTEMBER 19-20, 1863] by JAMES MAURICE THOMPSON |