Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, EPITAPH, by ROBERT SOUTHEY

Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

Rhyming Dictionary Search
EPITAPH, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: This to a mother's sacred memory
Last Line: Whom death hath sunder'd did not meet again!
Subject(s): Epitaphs; Mothers

THIS to a mother's sacred memory
Her son hath hallow'd. Absent many a year
Far over sea, his sweetest dreams were still
Of that dear voice which sooth'd his infancy:
And after many a fight against the Moor
And Malabar, or that fierce cavalry
Which he had seen covering the boundless plain
Even to the utmost limits where the eye
Could pierce the far horizon, -- his first thought,
In safety, was of her, who, when she heard
The tale of that day's danger, would retire
And pour her pious gratitude to heaven
In prayers and tears of joy. The lingering hour
Of his return, long-look'd for, came at length,
And full of hope he reach'd his native shore.
Vain hope that puts its trust in human life!
For ere he came the number of her days
Was full. O reader, what a world were this,
How unendurable its weight, if they
Whom Death hath sunder'd did not meet again!

Other Poems of Interest...

Home: PoetryExplorer.net