Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LINES ON THE DEATH OF HIS SON CHARLES, by DANIEL WEBSTER Poet's Biography First Line: My son, thou wast my heart's delight Last Line: My son! My father! Guide me there. Variant Title(s): On The Death Of My Son Charles Subject(s): Death - Children; Sons; Death - Babies | ||||||||
My son, thou wast my heart's delight, Thy morn of life was gay and cheery; That morn has rushed to sudden night, Thy father's house is sad and dreary. I held thee on my knee, my son! And kissed thee laughing, kissed thee weeping; But ah! thy little day is done, Thou 'rt with thy angel sister sleeping. The staff, on which my years should lean, Is broken, ere those years come o'er me; My funeral rites thou shouldst have seen, But thou art in the tomb before me. Thou art my ancestor, my son! And stand'st in Heaven's account the oldest. On earth my lot was soonest cast, Thy generation after mine, Thou hast thy predecessor past; Earlier eternity is thine. I should have set before thine eyes The road to Heaven, and showed it clear; But thou untaught spring'st to the skies, And leav'st thy teacher lingering here. Sweet Seraph, I would learn of thee, And hasten to partake thy bliss! And oh! to thy world welcome me, As first I welcomed thee to this. Dear Angel, thou art safe in heaven; No prayers for thee need more be made; Oh! let thy prayers for those be given Who oft have blessed thy infant head. My father! I beheld thee born, And led thy tottering steps with care; Before me risen to Heaven's bright morn, My son! my father! guide me there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOST CHILDREN by RANDALL JARRELL THE MOURNER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN MELANCHOLY; AN ODE by WILLIAM BROOME SISTERS IN ARMS by AUDRE LORDE A BOTANICAL TROPE by WILLIAM MEREDITH FOR MOHAMMED ZEID OF GAZA, AGE 15 by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE THE MEMORY OF THE HEART by DANIEL WEBSTER |
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