Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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SONNET ON MY CHILD'S BIRTH-DAY. |
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SONNET ON MY CHILD'S BIRTH-DAY.
My child! how welcome is to me this hour,This day! thy day of birth—what wishes fond
That reach this life—the tomb, the stars beyond,
My rapt Soul pours with full and feeling power,
Upon this Morning air, while every flower
Smiles Welcome—as a gentle task it conned
To thee, fair Human Flower! Oh! holiest bond—
Mother and child uniting—sun nor shower,
Nor calm, nor storm, changes of time nor clime,
Shall ever loosen this most blessed tie—
In purity's perfection how sublime!
Years pass, and hopes and dreams and feelings fly,
They're gone, like rosy clouds that gild day's prime—
But this Affection's truth cannot be taught to die!
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