AND canst thou, Mother, for a moment think That we thy children, when old age shall shed Its blanching honors on thy weary head, Could from our best of duties ever shrink? Sooner the sun from his high sphere should sink Than we, ungrateful leave thee in that day, To pine in solitude thy life away, Or shun thee, tottering on the grave's cold brink. Banish the thought!--where'er our steps may roam, O'er smiling plains, or wastes without a tree, Still will fond memory point our hearts to thee, And paint the pleasures of thy peaceful home; While duty bids us all thy griefs assuage, And smooth the pillow of thy sinking age. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TIDE OF FAITH by MARY ANN EVANS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: FIDDLER JONES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WASHINGTON MONUMENT BY NIGHT by CARL SANDBURG AMONG THE MOUNTAINS by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG BLIND OLD MILTON by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN HOME'S A NEST by WILLIAM BARNES THE FOUR ZOAS: NIGHTS THE SEVENTH AND EIGHTH by WILLIAM BLAKE |