The Poetical Works of Ebenezer Elliott Edited by his Son Edwin Elliott ... A New and Revised Edition: Two Volumes |
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[Mother! I come from God and bliss]
Mother! I come from God and bliss;
O bless me with a mother's kiss!
Though dead, I spurn the tomb's control,
And clasp thee in th' embrace of soul.
No terrors daunt, no cares annoy,
No tyrants vex thy buried boy;
Why mourn for him who smiles on thee?
Dear Mother! weep no more for me.
O bless me with a mother's kiss!
Though dead, I spurn the tomb's control,
And clasp thee in th' embrace of soul.
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No tyrants vex thy buried boy;
Why mourn for him who smiles on thee?
Dear Mother! weep no more for me.
Where angels dwell—in glen and grove—
I sought the flowers which Mothers love;
And in my garden I have set
The primrose and the violet:
For thee, the woe-mark'd cowslip grows,
For thee the little daisy blows;
When wilt thou come my flowers to see?
Nay, Mother! weep no more for me.
I sought the flowers which Mothers love;
And in my garden I have set
The primrose and the violet:
For thee, the woe-mark'd cowslip grows,
For thee the little daisy blows;
When wilt thou come my flowers to see?
Nay, Mother! weep no more for me.
Christ's Mother wept on earth for Him,
When wept in heaven the Seraphim,
And, o'er the Eternal Throne, the light
Grew dim, and sadden'd into night;
But where through bliss heaven's rivers run,
That Mother now is with her Son;
They miss me there, and wait for thee—
Come, Mother, come! why weep for me?
When wept in heaven the Seraphim,
And, o'er the Eternal Throne, the light
Grew dim, and sadden'd into night;
But where through bliss heaven's rivers run,
That Mother now is with her Son;
They miss me there, and wait for thee—
Come, Mother, come! why weep for me?
I set a rose our home beside—
I know the poor memorial died;
The frost hath chipp'd my letter'd stone;
My very name from earth is gone!
But in my bower, that knows not woe,
The wild hedge-rose and woodbine glow,
And red-breasts sing of home to me:
Come, Mother, come! we wait for thee.
I know the poor memorial died;
The frost hath chipp'd my letter'd stone;
My very name from earth is gone!
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The wild hedge-rose and woodbine glow,
And red-breasts sing of home to me:
Come, Mother, come! we wait for thee.
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