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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOTHER'S LOVE, by JOHN S. REID
First Line: By her my lisping tongue in prayer
Last Line: Still come and bless me with thy love.
Subject(s): Mothers
First Line: By her my lisping tongue in prayer
Last Line: Still come and bless me with thy love.
Subject(s): Mothers
BY her my lisping tongue in prayer
Was taught to bless the God of light,
Her kindness soothed my childish care,
And watched my slumbers during night.
Poor is the immortal sculptor's art,
The painter's pencil, poet's song,
Compared to her who moulds the heart
With plastic hand while pure and young.
A sister's love is warm and kind,
A brother's strong as hand of time;
And sweet the love of kindred mind,
But mother, these are not like thine.
Dear mother, from thy home above,
Still come and bless me with thy love.
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