To thee, maternal guardian of my youth, I pour the genuine numbers free from art; The lays inspired by gratitude and truth, For thou wilt prize the effusion of the heart. Oh! be it mine, with sweet and pious care, To calm thy bosom in the hour of grief; With soothing tenderness to chase the tear, With fond endearments to impart relief. Be mine thy warm affection to repay With duteous love in thy declining hours; My filial hand shall strew unfading flowers, Perennial roses to adorn thy way: Still may thy grateful children round thee smile, Their pleasing care affliction shall beguile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RING AND THE CASTLE by AMY LOWELL AMERICA: SONNET 2 by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL MY MADONNA by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE SONNET: 5 by RICHARD BARNFIELD TRANSITION by MIRIAM BARRANGER THE PASSING YEAR by MATHILDE BLIND PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: CHARLES AVISON by ROBERT BROWNING |