WOULD, Mother, thou couldst hear me tell How oft, amid my brief career, For sins and follies loved too well, Hath fallen the free, repentant tear. And, in the waywardness of youth, How better thoughts have given to me Contempt for error, love for truth, 'Mid sweet remembrances of thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STALKING LEMURS by KAREN SWENSON AN INSCRIPTION by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. CHRISTMAS EVE by EDWARD CARPENTER HIS NAME by CHARLES POOLE CLEAVES THEATRE-SONG by HILDA CONKLING EPISTLE TO SIR THOMAS EGERTON, KNIGHT, LORD KEEPER OF THE GREAT SEAL by SAMUEL DANIEL |