HOW oft some passing word will tend In visions to recall Our truest, dearest, fondest friend-- That earliest friend of all, Who tended on our childish years, Those years that pass as hours, When all earth's dewy, trembling tears, Lie hid within her flowers. Thou star that shines in darkest night, When most we need thy aid, Nor changes but to beam more bright When others coldly fade. Oh, Mother! round thy hallowed name Such blissful memory springs, The heart in all but years the same, With reverent worship clings. Thy voice is first to greet us, when Bright fortune's smile is o'er us, And thine the hand that's readiest then To lift the veil before us. Or if dark clouds close round our head And care steals o'er the brow, While hope's fair flowers fall crushed and dead, Unchanged still art thou. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOLDIER GOING TO THE FIELD by WILLIAM DAVENANT SCILLA'S METAMORPHOSIS: MELANCHOLY by THOMAS LODGE MORAL ESSAYS: EPISTLE 4. TO RICHARD BOYLE, EARL BURLINGTON by ALEXANDER POPE THE FOOL'S PRAYER by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL WHO KNOWS WHERE BEAUTY LIES? by AGNES STEWART BECK FAREWELL TO A LOVER by VERA MARY BRITTAIN EARLY EVENING IN APRIL by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |