Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY MOTHER, by GEORGE WASHINGTON BETHUNE Poet's Biography First Line: I never call that gentle name Last Line: As those his mother's faith shed o'er his youth. Subject(s): Mothers | ||||||||
I NEVER call that gentle name, My mother! but I am again E'en as a child; the very same That prattled at thy knee; and fain Would I forget, in momentary joy, That I no more can be thy happy boy. I've lived through foreign lands to roam, And gazed on many a classic scene; But oft the thought of that dear home, Which once was ours, would intervene, And bid me close again my languid eye, To think of thee and those sweet days gone by. I've pored o'er many a yellow page Of ancient wisdom, and have won Perchance a scholar's name; yet sage Or poet ne'er have taught thy son Lessons so pure, so fraught with holy truth, As those his mother's faith shed o'er his youth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS IN THE 25TH YEAR OF MY MOTHER'S DEATH by JUDY JORDAN THE PAIDLIN' WEAN by ALEXANDER ANDERSON BLASTING FROM HEAVEN by PHILIP LEVINE CLING TO THY MOTHER by GEORGE WASHINGTON BETHUNE |
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