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The thunder crash she would
However weary she may be,
Worried about me was mother
Stockings warmed by the kitchen
And now, whenever it rains,
There are days of grief before
her; there are hours that she will weep;
You may boast men's deeds of
glory, you may tell their courage great,
And I knew, as well as any
I knew that my recent illness
Now his mother, when I threaten
Some day when he's grown as
Ma promises that she'll keep
still, then off we
A little farther on Ma cries:
"He signaled for
If Pa should speed the car
a bit some rigs to
Infancy's the tender fountain,
Woman, how divine your mission
Blessings on the hand of women!
I see her yet a girl
"Henry is this
your son? She said
There leaped from out my Father's
A year had scarcely rolled
She was so gentle, fair and
Hot fever smote with burning
And when my courage quite gave
There came a change
but fingers small,
Nay not with the cannon of
But deep in a walled-up woman's
No marshalling troops, no bivouac
Yet, faithful still as a bridge
Oh, ye with banners and battle-shot,
O spotless woman in a world
There are times when only a
There are times when only a
For a Mother's heart and a
Oh, the long nights that she
came at my call to me!
Slave to her baby! Yes, that
was the way of her,
We hunt 'em on the mantelpiece
an' by the kitchen sink,
We've found 'em in the Bible,
an' we've found 'em in the flour,
But we're mighty glad, I tell
you, that the duty's ours to do,
There shall never be another
quite so tender, quite so kind
Death stood near the hour she
bore us, agony was hers to know,
Vain are all our tributes to
her if in words alone they dwell.
BECAUSE I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of 'Mother',
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you
In setting my Virginia's spirit free.
My mother my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
By that infinity with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.
Do you know you have asked for the costliest thing
Ever made by the hand above
A woman's heart and a woman's life
And a woman's wonderful love?
Do you know you have asked for this priceless thing
As a child might ask for a toy?
Demanding what others have died to win
With the reckless dash of a boy!
You have written my lesson of duty out,
Manlike, you have questioned me;
Now, stand at the bar of my woman's soul,
While I shall question thee.
I am fair and young, but the rose will fade
From my soft young cheeks one day
Will you love me then 'mid the falling leaves
As you did 'mid the bloom of May?
Is your heart an ocean so strong and deep,
I may launch my all on its tide?
A loving woman finds heaven or hell
On the day she's made a bride!
I require all things that are grand and true,
All things that a man should be;
If you give this all, I would stake my life,
To be all you demand of me.
If you can't do this, a laundress and cook
You can hire with a little pay.
But a woman's heart and a woman's life
Are not to be won that way.
There will be a moaning in
There will come a glory in
Dear son of mine, by all the
lives behind you;
God guard you, son of mine,
where'er you wander;
Listen! and be now delighted:
Organ finer, deeper, clearer,
Harmonies from time-touched
Ah! 'twas heard by ear far
'Tis a mother's large affection
FROM out the front of being,
Yea, shall she not rejoice,
shall not her frame
But the birches below in the
valley are older,
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