Child of my heart! My sweet, beloved first-born! Thou dove, who tidings bring'st of calmer hours! Thou rainbow, who dost come when all the showers Are past, -- or passing! Rose which hath no thorn, -- No pain, no blemish, -- pure and unforlorn, Untouched -- untainted -- O, my flower of flowers! More welcome than to bees are summer bowers, -- To seamen stranded life-assuring morn. Welcome! a thousand welcomes! Care, who clings Round all, seems loosening now her snake-like fold! New hope springs upwards, and the bright world seems Cast back into her youth of endless springs! -- -- Sweet mother, @3is@1 it so? -- or grow I old, Bewildered in divine Elysian dreams? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OVER THE HILL TO THE POOR-HOUSE by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON THE TRAVELLER AT THE SOURCE OF THE NILE by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE LILY IN CRYSTAL by ROBERT HERRICK PEBBLES by KENNETH SLADE ALLING CHRISTMAS, 1917 by BRENT DOW ALLINSON CRYING, 'THALASSUS!' by JOSEPH AUSLANDER THE LAY OF ST. CUTHBERT; OR THE DEVIL'S DINNER-PARTY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |