HOW fair you are, my mother! Ah, though 'tis many a year Since you were here, Still do I see your beauteous face, And with the glow Of your dark eyes cometh a grace Of long ago. So gentle, too, my mother! Just as of old, upon my brow, Like benedictions now, Falleth your dear hand's touch; And still, as then, A voice that glads me overmuch Cometh again, My fair and gentle mother! How you have loved me, mother, I know not power to tell, Knowing full well That even in the rest above It is your will To watch and guard me with your love, Loving me still. And, as of old, my mother, I am content to be a child, By mother's love beguiled From all these other charms; So to the last Within thy dear, protecting arms Hold thou me fast, My guardian angel, mother. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DILIGENCE IS TO MAGIC AS PROGRESS IS TO FLIGHT by MARIANNE MOORE THE LIGHT'OOD FIRE by JOHN HENRY BONER THE RUNAWAY SLAVE AT PILGRIM'S POINT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A ROUGH RHYME ON A ROUGH MATTER; THE ENGLISH GAME LAWS by CHARLES KINGSLEY THE FLOWERS OF THE FOREST by ALISON RUTHERFORD ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 49 by PHILIP SIDNEY WINDOW TRIMMER by MARGARET LEE ASHLEY DAWN ON THE HILLS (FROM A HOTEL WINDOW) by LILLIAN ATCHERSON |