WHO bendeth with meek eye, and bloodless cheek Thus o'er the new-born babe? content to take, As payment for all agony and pain, Its first soft kiss, its first breath on her brow, The first faint pressure of its tiny hand? It is not needful that I speak the name Of that one being on this earth, whose love Doth never falter. Answer me, young man, Thou, who through chance and change of time hast trod Thus far, when some with vengeful wrath have mark'd Thy waywardness, or in thy time of woe Deserted thee, or with a rainbow smile Lur'd and forsook, or on thine errors scowl'd With unforgiving memory -- did she? Thy Mother? Child! in whose rejoicing heart The cradle-scene is fresh, the lulling hymn Still clearly echoed, when the blight of age Withereth that bosom where thine head doth lay, When pain shall paralyse the arm that clasps Thy form so tenderly, wilt thou forget? Wilt thou be weary, though long years should ask The patient offices of love to gird A broken mind? Turn back the book of life To its first page. What deep trace meets thee there? Lines from a Mother's pencil. When her scroll Of life is finish'd, when the hand of Death Stamps that strong seal, which none but God can break, What should its last trace be? Thy bending form In sleepless love, the dying couch beside, Thy tender hand upon the closing eye, Thy kiss upon the lips, thy prayer to Heaven, The chasten'd rendering of thy filial trust, Back to the white-wing'd angel ministry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPECIAL PLEADING by SIDNEY LANIER THE LITTLE ELF-MAN by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS THE SLEEPER by EDGAR ALLAN POE VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1880 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNET TO A CLAM by JOHN GODFREY SAXE |