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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOTHER IN GLORY, by MARION S. O'NEAL
First Line: This rest I do not need; farm life for me
Last Line: Come up in yellow roses.
Subject(s): Mothers
First Line: This rest I do not need; farm life for me
Last Line: Come up in yellow roses.
Subject(s): Mothers
This rest I do not need; farm life for me
Was not too hard and dreary.
I liked the toil and hurry of the day,
Calm sleep at night when weary.
Instead of golden robes I'd rather have
My blue dress twice made over,
I'd choose not seraphs' hymns but noise of girls
And puppies in the clover.
I loved our earthly ways, our hasty words
With sudden temper flaring,
That melted quickly in hot shame and deeds
That showed we still were caring.
Your shining faces, saints, make me see one,
Suntanned and richly glowing
That stanchly braved cold wind and driving rain
When time came for spring sowing.
I'll join your songs since here in Paradise
My earth-spun soul reposes,
But let the part of me that lies in soil
Come up in yellow roses.
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