MOTHER! whose virgin bosom was uncrost With the least shade of thought to sin allied; Woman! above all women glorified, Our tainted nature's solitary boast; Purer than foam on central ocean tost; Brighter than eastern skies at daybreak strewn With fancied roses, than the unblemished moon Before her wane begins on heaven's blue coast; Thy Image falls to earth. Yet some, I ween, Not unforgiven the suppliant knee might bend, As to a visible Power, in which did blend All that was mixed and reconciled in Thee Of mother's love with maiden purity, Of high with low, celestial with terrene! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD ARM-CHAIR by ELIZA COOK A DROP OF DEW by ANDREW MARVELL THE SEASONS: A HYMN by JAMES THOMSON (1700-1748) MARE LIBERUM by HENRY VAN DYKE RECOMPENSE by DOROTHY MOORE ALFORD PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 66. AL-I'HLAS by EDWIN ARNOLD |