Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CHILD LIFE, by MARY TUCKER LAMBERT Poet's Biography First Line: Like the cadence of an old love song Last Line: Had flooded my room, and my soul with its light. Alternate Author Name(s): Tucker, Mary Eliza Perine Subject(s): Children; Childhood | ||||||||
LIKE the cadence of an old love song, Borne on a zephyr's wings along, Fading and dying, Then sounding again, Touching the heart with its mournful strain, Tearing my soul from its worldly strife, Came a dream or vision of life, child-life. Methought the heart of a child stood bare, And I saw all human passions there, Urging and surging Like waters grand, Hurled by the mælstrom's mighty hand, While the billows dashed with a sullen sound, And scattered the foaming spray around. 'Twas a tiny seed in its embryo state, Yet I saw there the germs of love and hate -- Loving and hating! Together they stood, Strange that the evil should rest by the good! Oh! would that to mortals was granted the meed To cherish the flower, but pluck out the weed! Faith, Hope and Charity, all were there, Ambition, revenge, dark revenge, and despair, Doubting and wondering, I touched a small sore, And the heart of the child was enveloped in gore. 'Twas a slight disappointment that brought forth the blood, For a sire's broken promise disturbed the deep flood. Ah! I covered my eyes to shut out the sad sight, For the face of the child was as dark as the night Craving and praying That knowledge to find A rest for the weary, a balm for the mind. With Faith I looked up, and the child's face was fair; Hope's flower had blossomed through blood and by prayer. And as the dream-vision was passing away, Through the deep silence reigning I heard a voice say, Receive and believe, Thou, a mother of youth, Oh! doubt not this vision, thou knowest its truth! Thou knowest that virtues and passions are rife In the beautiful morning of life, child-life. Beware how thou touchest its heart cords wrong, For the virtues are weak and the vices are strong. Gently and tenderly, Wake the sweet strain, Touch pleasure and peace, and no discord will reign. Thou hast seen, oh my daughter, that each child of earth Doth emulate manhood, yes, e'en at its birth. Then deal with it lovingly, let the dream last, When comes a deep sorrow, the child-life is past. Softly and sweetly -- Like light falling rain, Then dying away as Æolian strain, The dream-vision vanished, I heard still the voice, Group no longer in darkness, in thy knowledge rejoice. I woke, and the sun newly born, grand and bright, Had flooded my room, and my soul with its light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN CHILDREN SELECTING BOOKS IN A LIBRARY by RANDALL JARRELL COME TO THE STONE ... by RANDALL JARRELL THE LOST WORLD by RANDALL JARRELL A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS IN CHILDHOOD by DONALD JUSTICE THE POET AT SEVEN by DONALD JUSTICE |
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