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Nugae Modernae

Morning thoughts, and midnight musings: consisting of casual reflections, egotisms, &c. In prose and verse. By Thomas Park
 
 

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LINES WRITTEN WHILE THE SUBJECT OF THEM WAS TAKING AN AFTERNOON NAP IN HER ELBOW-CHAIR.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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LINES WRITTEN WHILE THE SUBJECT OF THEM WAS TAKING AN AFTERNOON NAP IN HER ELBOW-CHAIR.

To guard my sleep, thou oft watch'd me,—
And safe may thy day-slumbers be,
As now I sit and watch by thee,
And bless thee, oh my Mother!
Soft be thy dozing, sweet thy dream,
If aught should o'er thy fancy gleam;
May Heav'n's bright dawnings form the theme,
Whene'er thou dream'st, my Mother!
And even now it may be so—
For there's a more than earthly glow
Upon thy cheek, and on thy brow
Peace seems to smile, my Mother.

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Thou hast with Faith and Virtue trod
A noiseless path on Sion's road—
And such will Jesus bring to God,
And to himself, my Mother.
Yet still on earth what mercies thine,
When, past the verge of eighty-nine,
Comfort and hope unclouded shine
To gladden thee, my Mother.
And grace still dawns from day to day,
And faith still points thy upward way,—
But do not blame the long delay
Till thou dost soar, my Mother.
 

Some desire for departure had occasionally been expressed, but the close of her pure and pious life was most calm, most saintly, most consolatory. She had outlived every early friend except her son, and was longing for spiritual re-union; though no impatience of any kind disturbed her meek and well-regulated mind.