Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OH, MOTHER DEAR!, by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS Poet's Biography First Line: Naught can with breeze of spring compare,- / that wooing, soft, caressing air' Last Line: Whilst thou a mother call'st thine own! Subject(s): Love | ||||||||
"NAUGHT can with breeze of Spring compare, -- That wooing, soft, caressing air." So say we oft, and drink its wine, Rejoicing in the bright sunshine. Yet something softer, well I know, Than wind of May or water's flow, Far softer e'en than silken band, -- It is a loving mother's hand. When flames the brilliant evening star, Glad eyes behold the radiance far, And think, while gazing at its light, No suns can pour forth beams more bright. Yet fairer radiance I know, Stars shining with a steadfast glow, Which consolation aye supplies, -- It is a loving mother's eyes. Along Life's path thou 'lt often rest, To fasten flowers on thy breast Of fragrant scent, hues blue and red: The morrow finds them withered, dead. One flower alone is ever true, Its perfume ever gives anew; The same in joy, or mid pain's smart, -- It is a loving mother's heart. Oh, mother's eye! oh, mother's hand! Whoe'er these blessing can command, Along Life's swaying plank will aye Press steadfast on in the right way. If sets what seemed joy's sun to be, Unto thy mother thou canst flee; Thou 'lt ne'er be poor nor quite alone, Whilst thou a mother call'st thine own! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD |
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