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A DAUGHTER'S APOSTROPHE TO A
DEPARTED MOTHER. |
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A DAUGHTER'S APOSTROPHE TO A DEPARTED MOTHER.
(1827.)
If gentle spirits wing'd away
To some elysian sphere,
Can hear Affection meekly pray,
Or mark a mourner's tear;
To some elysian sphere,
Can hear Affection meekly pray,
Or mark a mourner's tear;
Pure Spirit! shrined in realms of love
Beyond this earthly wild,
Oh! breathe calm influence from above
To bless thine orphan-child.
Beyond this earthly wild,
Oh! breathe calm influence from above
To bless thine orphan-child.
As oft at pensive eve I roam
Thine image visits me;
While Fancy paints the radiant home
Once so adorn'd by thee!
Thine image visits me;
While Fancy paints the radiant home
Once so adorn'd by thee!
The smile which rambled o'er thy cheek
And shamed the pang of art;
The mellow tones I heard thee speak,
Still linger round my heart.
And shamed the pang of art;
The mellow tones I heard thee speak,
Still linger round my heart.
That glowing welcome of thine eye,
The fondness in thy fear;
The meek borne anguish in thy sigh,
The pity in thy tear;
The fondness in thy fear;
The meek borne anguish in thy sigh,
The pity in thy tear;
The mild reluctance in each frown
That won me ere it changed;
The glance which charm'd my spirit down,
When giddily it ranged;
That won me ere it changed;
The glance which charm'd my spirit down,
When giddily it ranged;
Those lips that lull'd each maiden wo
And bade the smile to play,
Nor left the scalding tears to flow
But kiss'd them all away,
And bade the smile to play,
Nor left the scalding tears to flow
But kiss'd them all away,
Yes! these, and all the spells of love
That charm'd my childhood's hour,
Oft bear me to yon home above
To thy seraphic bower.
That charm'd my childhood's hour,
Oft bear me to yon home above
To thy seraphic bower.
Oh, if thou hear my orphan-prayer
And yearning fondness see,
Thou know'st I sigh to enter there
And be at rest with thee!
And yearning fondness see,
Thou know'st I sigh to enter there
And be at rest with thee!
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