Child of my heart! My sweet, beloved first-born! Thou dove, who tidings bring'st of calmer hours! Thou rainbow, who dost come when all the showers Are past, -- or passing! Rose which hath no thorn, -- No pain, no blemish, -- pure and unforlorn, Untouched -- untainted -- O, my flower of flowers! More welcome than to bees are summer bowers, -- To seamen stranded life-assuring morn. Welcome! a thousand welcomes! Care, who clings Round all, seems loosening now her snake-like fold! New hope springs upwards, and the bright world seems Cast back into her youth of endless springs! -- -- Sweet mother, @3is@1 it so? -- or grow I old, Bewildered in divine Elysian dreams? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIVING DEAD by RALPH CHAPLIN ABRAHAM LINCOLN WALKS AT MIDNIGHT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY A LITTLE WHILE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI INSPIRATION (2) by HENRY DAVID THOREAU SORROWS AND CONSOLATIONS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PSALM 117 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |