To thee, maternal guardian of my youth, I pour the genuine numbers free from art; The lays inspired by gratitude and truth, For thou wilt prize the effusion of the heart. Oh! be it mine, with sweet and pious care, To calm thy bosom in the hour of grief; With soothing tenderness to chase the tear, With fond endearments to impart relief. Be mine thy warm affection to repay With duteous love in thy declining hours; My filial hand shall strew unfading flowers, Perennial roses to adorn thy way: Still may thy grateful children round thee smile, Their pleasing care affliction shall beguile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT DOVER CLIFFS, JULY 20, 1787 by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 14 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ECHO by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE HYMN OF THE WEST by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN IT IS ENOUGH by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF SIR SAMUEL ROMILLY by BERNARD BARTON |