Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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MOTHERSLOVE.
What speaks of Heaven most on this dull Earth?What kindles in the Eye its holiest Ray?
What is that Love which weareth not away
With Years or e'en Neglect, that knows no Dearth,
No base Alloy, no Stain of mortal Birth?
That, bless'd and blessing, asks for naught, but aye
Gives still more largely, and from each Outlay
Of fond Affection reaps a Harvest worth
The Revenue of Crowns? oh is it not
A Mother's deep, unutterable Love,
Of holiest Yearnings, fondest Hopes begot?
All earthly Feelings and all Fears above,
On its Snowpurity no smallest Spot,
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Or wish away! who that has gazed once on
A Mother and the Child she lulls to Rest,
Bat feels his Nature beautified, his own
Bes Sympathies awaked, as thro' his Breast
Love's Hand above th' electric Chords had flown,
Touching his inmost Being to its sweetest Tone!
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