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|The Modern Mother|
Oh, what a kiss |
With filial passion overcharged is this!
To this misgiving breast
This child runs, as a child ne’er ran to rest
Upon the light heart and the unoppressed.
Unhoped, unsought! |
A little tenderness, this mother thought
The utmost of her meed.
She looked for gratitude; content indeed
With thus much that her nine years’ love had bought.
Nay, even with less. |
This mother, giver of life, death, peace, distress,
Desired ah! not so much
Thanks as forgiveness; and the passing touch
Expected, and the slight, the brief caress.
O filial light |
Strong in these childish eyes, these new, these bright
Intelligible stars! Their rays
Are near the constant earth, guides in the maze,
Natural, true, keen in this dusk of days.
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