Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ADDRESS TO MRS. WM. ANDERSON, ON THE DEATH OF HER ONLY SON, by JANET HAMILTON Poet's Biography First Line: We weep with those who weep:' I sympathize Last Line: Shall blossom in the paradise of god. Alternate Author Name(s): Hamilton, Janet Thompson Subject(s): Death; Death - Children; God; Mothers; Mothers & Sons; Mourning; Sons; Dead, The; Death - Babies; Bereavement | ||||||||
"WE weep with those who weep:" I sympathize With thee, O mother! with the mournful eyes That speak, with sad, mute eloquence, a grief That hath no tearshow oft the blest relief Of woes less poignant. Ah! that grief of thine, Craves for a higher sympathy than mine. "Ask, and thou shalt receive; seek, thou shalt find" Balm for thy wounded heart, peace for thy mind, In Him, the Man of Sorrows, who hath borne Our griefs and sorrows; comforts those who mourn. HE giveth peace; His peace He giveth thee, And though thy cherished plant, a fair young tree Rich with the buds of promise, was laid low Ere yet he blossomed in the sunny glow Of life's bright summer, 'twas no cruel hand That cut, with sudden stroke, that filial band, Unloosed "the silver cord," and bore on high Thy tender plant to gardens of the sky. And thou, when laid aside this "mortal coil," Art, too, transplanted to celestial soil, With the dear partner of thy heart and life, Who shared thy sorrow, watched with thee the strife Of sinking nature with her mortal foe, Till she succumbed beneath thy deadly blow, Relentless death! and with one long, low sigh, The conflict ended.Mother! thou wert nigh: The silent anguish, deep, yet tearless woe That pierced thy swelling heart, thy God did know, When the bright angel, watching o'er thy boy, Bore from the couch of death to realms of joy The young immortal.He, the loved, revered The father, too, was nigh; in faith prepared His Isaac, child of promise, to resign, Saying, "Thy will be done, O God, not mine!" Blest parents, ye who bow beneath the rod, Resign'd submissive to the will of God; For yet a little while, and ye shall see Beneath the shade of Life's immortal Tree, The cherished plant ye reared on earth with care Rich in full-blossom'd glory, green and fair; Then ye, blest trio, death's dark valley trod, Shall blossom in the paradise of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNGERFIELD by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE MOURNER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN HECUBA MOURNS by MARILYN NELSON THERE IS NO GOD BUT by AGHA SHAHID ALI IF I COULD MOURN LIKE A MOURNING DOVE by FRANK BIDART A BALLAD FOUNDED ON A REAL INCIDENT WHICH OCCURED IN HIGH LIFE by JANET HAMILTON |
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