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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LONGING, by ARTHUR WALLACE PEACH
First Line: How often in the after years when time
Last Line: Forgotten not through life's increasing years!
Subject(s): Mothers
First Line: How often in the after years when time
Last Line: Forgotten not through life's increasing years!
Subject(s): Mothers
HOW often in the after years when time
Has touched us whitely with his frosty time
In silent moments never spoken of
We long to know again a mother's love.
Bright gold, hard labor's guerdon, may be ours
And fame have brought us satisfying dowers,
Yet in the moment when our life has all--
All would we give to hear her gently call.
When fevered with the fret of life and toil,
The strife of living, and the day's turmoil,
How do we yearn, so deeply and so much,
To feel again the healing of her touch.
When bitter in defeat, by failure stung,
When from the heart, hot, careless words are flung,
How thoughts bring back, our dark moods to beguile,
The pleased, reproving laughter in her smile!
Ah, mothers, little do you know or guess
How in our secret hearts your name we bless;
How you are present through life's joys and tears,
Forgotten not through life's increasing years!
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