Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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A MOTHER'S LOVE. |
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A MOTHER'S LOVE.
O God! how holy is a Mother's Love,How fair, for by an Emphasis of Right
It is the Love of Loves: there is no sight
In all this dull, cold World, that so may move
The Sense of beauty, since by it we prove
Our Nature not all selfish; and its Might
So deep, selfsacrificing, changeless, bright,
Melting into the softness of the dove,
Yet blent with more than Man's proud Energy,
When peril hovers o'er her young one's nest:
She hears not, feels not, fears not, has no Eye
Or Heart for aught but this, and deems her blest
By her Babe's slightest Glance or greeting Cry,
Beyond all Joys that Earth esteemeth best!
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