Once, I remember, when I came To Mother with my load of care, When I cried out I had to bear Too much of labor, wrong and blame, Yes, more than anybody's share, A benediction in her touch, My good old mother stroked my head And wisely, tenderly, she said: "Although we work and suffer much, By sorrow often visited, "If God should set a day aside, Appoint a time, appoint a place, Where ev'ry trouble, ev'ry trace Of weary toil and wounded pride And ev'ry problem that we face, "We all could bring, that all might trade Their troubles with the others there, Lay down our heavy load of care And take the burden that has made Some other mortal gray of hair, "When we had looked life's troubles o'er To make a better bargain then, When we beheld what other men, What other men and women bore -- We'd all take up our own again." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEVEN ARTS by ROBERT FROST TO A MOTH SEEN IN WINTER by ROBERT FROST THE FEAST OF LIGHTS by EMMA LAZARUS READING WHITMAN IN A TOILET STALL by TIMOTHY LIU BOOTH'S PHILIPPI by EDGAR LEE MASTERS GRAND ARMY PLAZA by KAREN SWENSON |