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TO MY MOTHER FROM THE APPENINES |
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TO MY MOTHER FROM THE APPENINES The complete works of N.P. Willis | ||
TO MY MOTHER FROM THE APPENINES
Mother! dear mother! the feelings nurst
As I hung at thy bosom, clung round thee first.
'Twas the earliest link in love's warm chain —
'Tis the only one that will long remain:
And as year by year, and day by day,
Some friend still trusted drops away,
Mother! dear mother! oh dost thou see
How the shorten'd chain brings me nearer thee!
As I hung at thy bosom, clung round thee first.
'Twas the earliest link in love's warm chain —
'Tis the only one that will long remain:
And as year by year, and day by day,
Some friend still trusted drops away,
Mother! dear mother! oh dost thou see
How the shorten'd chain brings me nearer thee!
Early Poems.
'Tis midnight the lone mountains on —
The East is fleck'd with cloudy bars,
And, gliding through them one by one,
The moon walks up her path of stars —
The light upon her placid brow
Received from fountains unseen now
The East is fleck'd with cloudy bars,
And, gliding through them one by one,
The moon walks up her path of stars —
The light upon her placid brow
Received from fountains unseen now
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And happiness is mine to-night,
Thus springing from an unseen fount;
And broast and brain are warm with light,
With midnight round me on the mount —
Its rays, like thine, fair Dian, flow
From far that Western star below.
Dear mother! in thy love I live;
The life thou gav'st flows yet from thee —
And, sun-like, thou hast power to give
Life to the earth, air, sea, for me!
Though wandering, as this moon above,
I'm dark without thy constant love.
Thus springing from an unseen fount;
And broast and brain are warm with light,
With midnight round me on the mount —
Its rays, like thine, fair Dian, flow
From far that Western star below.
Dear mother! in thy love I live;
The life thou gav'st flows yet from thee —
And, sun-like, thou hast power to give
Life to the earth, air, sea, for me!
Though wandering, as this moon above,
I'm dark without thy constant love.
TO MY MOTHER FROM THE APPENINES The complete works of N.P. Willis | ||