A YEAR ago I bade my little son Bear upon pilgrimage a heavy load Of alms; he cried, half-fainting on the road, "Mother, O mother, would the day were done!" Him I reproved with tears, and said, "Go on! Nor pause nor murmur till thy task be o'er." -- Would not God say to me the same, and more? I will not sing that song. Thou, dearest one, Husband -- no, brother! -- stretch thy steadfast hand And let mine grasp it. Now, I also stand, My woman weakness nerved to strength like thine; We'll quaff life's aloe-cup as if 't were wine Each to the other; journeying on apart, Till at heaven's golden doors we two leap heart to heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A LADY WHO HAD OFFERED HIM A WREATH OF LAUREL by GEORGE SANTAYANA AUTUMN DIALOGUE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE VIRTUOSO; IN IMITATION OF SPENCER'S STYLE AND STANZA by MARK AKENSIDE THE DEAD PAN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SOLOMON SCHECHTER by ALTER ABELSON A SONNET. ON THE PICTURE OF CAVALIER GUARINI PAINTED BY BORGIANNI by PHILIP AYRES PROLOGUE TO DRAMA ..... ANNIVERSARY OF CARRS' MARRIAGE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |