A YEAR ago I bade my little son Bear upon pilgrimage a heavy load Of alms; he cried, half-fainting on the road, "Mother, O mother, would the day were done!" Him I reproved with tears, and said, "Go on! Nor pause nor murmur till thy task be o'er." -- Would not God say to me the same, and more? I will not sing that song. Thou, dearest one, Husband -- no, brother! -- stretch thy steadfast hand And let mine grasp it. Now, I also stand, My woman weakness nerved to strength like thine; We'll quaff life's aloe-cup as if 't were wine Each to the other; journeying on apart, Till at heaven's golden doors we two leap heart to heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD SANTA FE TRAIL by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON LAMENT FOR THE MAKARIS [WHEN HE WAS SEIK] by WILLIAM DUNBAR EPISTLE TO DR. ARBUTHNOT by ALEXANDER POPE WHAT TOMAS AN BUILE SAID IN A PUB by JAMES STEPHENS THE CAUTIOUS HOUSEHOLDER by ANAXILAS TO HIS GRACE, GEORGE DUKE OF NORTHUMBERLAND by PHILIP AYRES SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 15. ONE NIGHT WITH THEE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE TOWERS OF PRINCETON [FROM THE TRAIN] by ROBERT BRIDGES (1858-1941) |