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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WEARY MOTHER, by DOUGLAS MALLOCH Poet's Biography
First Line: They fold her hands upon her breast
Last Line: To let her rest a little now.
Subject(s): Mothers
First Line: They fold her hands upon her breast
Last Line: To let her rest a little now.
Subject(s): Mothers
They fold her hands upon her breast,
They close her eyes in quiet sleep,
And come away and let her rest,
In slumber wonderfully deep.
No weary way she now must keep,
A burden on her shoulders pressed --
She knows the slumber of the blest
That it was promised she would reap.
The sermon gives her much of praise
In language beautiful. I fear
That never eloquence of phrase
Will wake her unaccustomed ear.
Love long aloof now gathers near
To speak affection many ways,
That often in the dreary days
It would have gladdened her to hear.
The crown of glory rightly won,
The laurel on the mother's brow,
We give when all her work is done --
And yet I sometimes wish, somehow,
That life's mad hurry would allow
The busy daughter, busy son,
Before her slumber has begun,
To let her rest a little now.
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