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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A MOTHER'S PICTURE, by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: She seemed an angel to our infant eyes!
Last Line: The fair, young angel of my infancy.
Subject(s): Mothers
First Line: She seemed an angel to our infant eyes!
Last Line: The fair, young angel of my infancy.
Subject(s): Mothers
SHE seemed an angel to our infant eyes!
Once, when the glorifying moon revealed
Her who at evening by our pillow kneeled--
Soft-voiced and golden-haired, from holy skies
Flown to her loves on wings of Paradise--
We looked to see the pinions half-concealed.
The Tuscan vines and olives will not yield.
Her back to me, who loved her in this wise,
And since have little known her, but have grown
To see another mother, tenderly,
Watch over sleeping darlings of her own;
Perchance the years have changed her; yet alone
This picture lingers: still she seems to me
The fair, young Angel of my infancy.
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