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TO MY MOTHER FROM THE APENNINES by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS

First Line: TIS MIDNIGHT THE LONE MOUNTAINS ON
Last Line: I'M DARK WITHOUT THY CONSTANT LOVE.
Subject(s): APENNINES (MOUNTAINS); MOTHERS; MOUNTAINS; HILLS; DOWNS (GREAT BRITAIN);

'TIS midnight the lone mountains on --
The East is fleck'd with cloudy bars,
And, gliding through them one by one,
The moon walks up her path of stars --
The light upon her placid brow
Received from fountains unseen now.

And happiness is mine to-night,
Thus springing from an unseen fount;
And breast and brain are warm with light,
With midnight round me on the mount --
Its rays, like thine, fair Dian, flow
From far that Western star below.

Dear mother! in thy love I live;
The life thou gav'st flows yet from thee --
And, sun-like, thou hast power to give
Life to the earth, air, sea, for me!
Though wandering, as this moon above,
I'm dark without thy constant love.



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