Poems (Lambert)/To Annie
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TO ANNIE.
ANNIE, my first-born, gentle child, My tender, fragile flower;Why twines thy image round my heart, With such mysterious power?
Is it because thy infant wail The icy barrier moved,That bound my soul's affections fast? I knew 'twas mine I loved.
A mother's love no tongue can tell— How boundless is that sea!'Twas never mine; her spirit fled, As she gave birth to me.
Annie, I gave to thee, my child, The love my heart could yield;God grant its influence o'er thee cast From all life's ills a shield.