Poems (Davidson)/To my Dear Mother in Sickness

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4596747Poems — To my Dear Mother in SicknessLucretia Maria Davidson
TO MY DEAR MOTHER IN SICKNESS.
Hang not thy harp upon the willow;
Mourn not a brighter, happier day:
But touch the chord, and life's wild billow
Will, shrinking, foam its shame away.

Then strike the chord and raise the strain
Which brightens that dark clouded brow;
O! beam one sunshine smile again,
And I'll forgive thy sadness now.

Though darkness, gloom, and doubt surround thee,
Thy bark, though frail, shall safely ride;
The storm and whirlwind may rage round thee,
But thou wilt all their wrath abide.

Hang not thy harp upon the willow
Which weeps o'er every passing wave;
Though life is but a restless pillow,
There's calm and peace beyond the grave.