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ON MY MOTHER'S BIRTHDAY; IN AFFLICTION by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS

Poet Analysis

First Line: AH! WITHERING SORROW WILT THOU COME
Last Line: "THOUGH THORNS ITS DEWY LEAVES ENCLOSE."
Subject(s): BIRTHDAYS; MOTHERS; SICKNESS; ILLNESS;
AH! withering sorrow wilt thou come
And steal the Roses of to-day,
Nor leave one lonely sweet to bloom,
And cheer us in this mournful May.

Oh! yes, one blossom yet shall smile,
And filial childhood shall expand,
Maternal anguish to beguile,
And crown the wish affection planned.

Then ah! though withering sorrow come,
And steal the early birth-day rose;
Let hope reserve one sweet to bloom,
"Though thorns its dewy leaves enclose."




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