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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HIS MOTHER'S KISS, by FRANK LEBBY STANTON Poet's Biography
First Line: It was her wont when, tired of play
Last Line: "I can not wake him with a kiss!"
Subject(s): Mothers
First Line: It was her wont when, tired of play
Last Line: "I can not wake him with a kiss!"
Subject(s): Mothers
IT was her wont when, tired of play,
He to her bosom crept,
With golden hair in disarray,
To kiss him as he slept.
And still her plea would be but this:
"I shall not wake him with a kiss!"
So heavenly-sweet his sleeping face--
So beautiful and bright,
I know the angels lift the lace
To kiss my boy good-night!
For still he smiles in dreams of bliss:
"How should I wake him with a kiss?"
So did his mother say; and when
God whispered His sweet will,
She only moaned: "He sleeps!" and then,
Kneeling, she kissed him still.
And weeping, murmured only this:
"I can not wake him with a kiss!"
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