Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY MOTHER'S HANDS, by ELLEN M. HUNTINGTON GATES Poet's Biography First Line: Such beautiful, beautiful hands! Last Line: I'll clasp my mother's hands! Variant Title(s): Beautiful Hands | ||||||||
SUCH beautiful, beautiful hands! Not wondrous white nor small, And you, I know, would scarcely say That they were fair at all. I've looked on hands, whose form and hue A sculptor's dream might be; Yet are these aged, wrinkled hands More beautiful to me. Such beautiful, beautiful hands! Though heart were weary and sad, These patient hands kept toiling on, That the children might be glad. And I could weep, as looking back To childhood's distant day, I think how these hands rested not, When mine were at their play. Such beautiful, beautiful hands! They're growing feeble now, For time and pain have left their mark On hands and heart and brow. Alas! alas! the nearing time And the lonesome day for me, When 'neath the grasses, out of sight, These hands will folded be. But far beyond this shadow-land,-- And many a friend is there-- I know full well, these dear old hands Will palms of victory bear! Where crystal streams, eternally Flow over golden sands, And where the old are young again I'll clasp my mother's hands! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER'S PICTURE by ELLEN M. HUNTINGTON GATES SLEEP SWEET by ELLEN M. HUNTINGTON GATES THE EXILES by ELLEN M. HUNTINGTON GATES CRITIC AND POET by EMMA LAZARUS BASE DETAILS by SIEGFRIED SASSOON ON KEATS, WHO DESIRED THAT ON HIS TOMB SHOULD BE INSCRIBED: by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY KEARNY AT SEVEN PINES [MAY 31, 1862] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN |
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