Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO MY DEAR MOTHER IN SICKNESS, by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON


Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

TO MY DEAR MOTHER IN SICKNESS, by                    
First Line: Hang not thy harp upon the willow
Last Line: There's calm and peace beyond the grave.
Subject(s): Heaven; Mothers; Sickness; Paradise; Illness


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;
Oh! beam one sunshine smile again,
And I'll forgive thy sadness now.
Tho' darkness, gloom, and doubt surround thee,
Thy bark, tho' 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;
Tho' life is but a restless pillow,
There's calm and peace beyond the grave.





Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!


Other Poems of Interest...
Home: PoetryExplorer.net