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I felt a mother-want about the world,
And kissing full sense into empty words;
bloom, Become aware and unafraid of Love. Such good do mothers. Fathers love as well. - Mine did, I know, but still with heavier
brains, And wills more consciously responsible, And not as wisely, since less foolishly; So mothers have God's license to be missed.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning CHILD AND MOTHER
O MOTHER-MY-LOVE, if you 'll give me your
hand, And go where I ask you to wander, I will lead you away to a beautiful landThe Dreamland that's waiting out yon
der. We'll walk in a sweet-posie garden out there Where moonlight and starlight are stream
ing And the flowers and birds are filling the
air With fragrance and music of dreaming.
There 'll be no little tired-out boy to undress,
No questions or cares to perplex you; There'll be no little bruises or bumps to
caress, Nor patching of stockings to vex you. For I'll rock you away on a silver-dew
stream, And sing you asleep when you 're weary, And no one shall know of our beautiful
dream But you and
your own little dearie.
And when I am tired I'll nestle
head In the bosom that's soothed me so often, And the wide-awake stars shall sing in my
stead A song which our dreaming shall soften. So Mother-my-Love, let me take your dear
hand, And away through the starlight we'll
wander Away through the mist to the beautiful
land The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder!
MY AIN WIFE
I WADNA gi'e my ain wife
For ony wife I see;
For ony wife I see;
A better canna be -
For ony wife I see!
O couthie is my ingle-cheek,
An' cheerie is my Jean;
Nor hear her word on ane.
I wadna gi'e my ain wife
For ony wife I see.
An' O her looks sae kindlie,
They melt my heart outright,
She hangs wi' fond delight;
looks to me
SHE WAS A PHANTOM OF
She was a phantom of delight
upon nearer view, A spirit, yet a woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And now I see with eye serene
CLING TO THY MOTHER
CLING to thy mother; for she was the first
To know thy being, and to feel thy life; The hope of thee through many a pang she
nurst; And when, midst anguish like the parting