Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild . In forest and the hill By traveller is heard, Restraining rampant squirrel Or too impetuous bird. . How fair her conversation, A summer afternoon, -- Her household, her assembly; And when the sun goes down . Her voice among the aisles Incites the timid prayer Of the minutest cricket, The most unworthy flower. . When all the children sleep She turns as long away As will suffice to light her lamps; Then, bending from the sky . With infinite affection And infiniter care, Her golden finger on her lip, Wills silence everywhere. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLAT-HUNTER'S WAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN MARTHA WASHINGTON by SIDNEY LANIER GOD AND MY COUNTRY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JOHNNY APPLESEED by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |