A mother's love -- its meaning who can measure, Or who such depths of hallowed mystery sound? Outside the heart of God so rich a treasure Has never yet been found! A mother's face -- all radiant and resplendent Where memory guards the shrine with watchful care! What master hand e'er wrought with touch transcendent A thing so wondrous fair? A mother's kiss -- O how its impress lingers, Through all the change that o'er one's soul may creep! It thrills me now as these poor trembling fingers The chords of memory sweep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECHOES: 9 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY AN EPILOGUE TO THE STEALING OF DIONYSOS: IACHOS SPEAKING by GORDON BOTTOMLEY FIRST OF MAY IN NEW YORK (CHATHAM GARDEN, 1825) by ROBERT STEVENSON COFFIN TO A PORTRAIT OF WHISTLER IN THE BROOKLYN ART MUSEUM by ELEANOR ROGERS COX MY OLD ACQUAINTANCE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |