Poems (David)/To my Mother
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TO MY MOTHER.
A MOTHER'S blessing ne'er can come amiss Her heart beams in her loving eye;In a mother's love there is heavenly bliss,— Without it I should fade and die!
When I was an infant, a few weeks old, My mother blessed me as I lay;—Ah! all was silent in the chamber Where they thought I was fading away.
When the cradle was taken from the room, Bitter tears ran down my mother's cheek;Ah! how she sighed,—then sighing, swooned, And 'twas some time ere she could speak.
When they told her I breath'd, was not dead, The joy 'twas to her loving heart;Trembling and weak in low accents she said "Please God! I pray we may never part!"
Many days, long nights, with glimmering light, They devotedly watched the sickly child;Months roll'd on ere the blue eye became bright, Thank God! I'm now well by your side!