The early poems of John Clare 1804-1822: General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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TO MY MOTHER
Wi filial duty I adress thee motherThou dearest tie which this worlds wealth posseses
Endearing name no language owns another
That half the tendeness & love expresses
The very word it self breaths that affection
That heaves the bosom of a luckless child
To thank thee for that care & that protection
That once where fortune frowns so sweetly smild
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To think when in thy arms my sleep was sound
& now my sta[r]tld tear oft views thee languish
& feign woud drop its honey in the wound
But ah Im doomd the sad reverse to see
Where the worst pain I feel is loss of helping thee
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