Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MOURNING MOTHER, by JANET HAMILTON Poet's Biography First Line: What woe is thine, pale mother? - say Last Line: To moloch offered up. Alternate Author Name(s): Hamilton, Janet Thompson Subject(s): Alcoholism & Alcoholics; Grief; Mothers & Sons; Temperance; Temptation; Youth; Drunkards; Alcohol Abuse; Sorrow; Sadness; Prohibition | ||||||||
WHAT woe is thine, pale mother?say What grief devours thy heart? For aye Thy looks averted shun the day, And midnight sees thee watch and pray With sighing, quivering breath. The hand of wedded love to clasp To feel true friendship's fervent grasp Is thine. Why, then, with sob and gasp Still heaves thy heart, as sting of asp Had struck the pang of death? "Oh, lost! lost! lost!the loved, the young, On dark perdition's torrent flung With maddened brain and hearts unstrung O'er deepest gulf of ruin swung, And II cannot save! O minstrel King! thy soul-wrung cry Draws from my heart a deep reply My sons, my sons! each burdened sigh My sons, my sons! breathes to the sky My God, thy help I crave! "My gentle boysobedient, fond How oft around my knees ye conned The Book which taught all names beyond His name to bless whose blood atoned For guilt of fallen man! How blessed the time when work and play Alternate shared the hours of day! Till pillowed cheek to cheek ye lay, And mother o'er you stooped to pray, As only mother can." But ah! on clouds of grief and shame, To this dear home a demon came The undying worm, the quenchless flame Are thine, Intemperance; at the name The lesser fiends rejoice. Well hath the dark-souled poet said "More sad than wail above the dead Are words by living sorrow fed": Such breathe o'er lost inebriate's head From mourning mother's voice. The song, the dance, the wanton's love, May fail the young desires to move; But fiercer ordeal they must prove, Launched on the world, who rise above The tempter's proffered cup. They fell, for guileless youth what hope? Urged, bantered, drawn, nay, forced to cope With senior mates in yard or shop: Workmen, these human offerings stop To Moloch offered up. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE FOR A SOCIAL MEETING, WITH SLIGHT ALTERATIONS BY A TEETOTALER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES TEMPER by CLARA EXLINE BOCKOVEN A TRUCKER DRIVES THROUGH HIS LOST YOUTH by DAVID BOTTOMS THE FIGHTING WORD by BERTON BRALEY THE METHOD OF THE MAD MULLAH by BERTON BRALEY ON A PROHIBITIONIST POEM by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON A MAIDEN'S DREAM by ROBERT GREENE OUR PROGRAM by ARTHUR GUITERMAN A BALLAD FOUNDED ON A REAL INCIDENT WHICH OCCURED IN HIGH LIFE by JANET HAMILTON |
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