How can I, Mother, ever give to you The tribute that your life demands of me— My heritage of noble thoughts and true To longings born of love and charity! The blessed memory of your great soul Divine, and lovelier far than mortal, gleamed. Words are too feeble, if I would extol The plane on which you daily lived and dreamed Now I, as mother, too, can better know The meaning of your gracious life to mine. Could I one boon on my dear child bestow, I'd give a portion of your spirit fine. If I could but inspire my child that way No higher tribute would I need to pay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CERTAIN POET ON THE DEBATES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE FLAMING CIRCLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER TO A POET, WHO WOULD HAVE ME PRAISE CERTAIN BAD POETS, IMITATORS ... by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS GOD'S GRANDEUR by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS BIRDS by NESTA HIGGINSON SKRINE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 129 by ALFRED TENNYSON |