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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MOTHER, by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: I saw an aged woman bow
Last Line: Except a mother's love.
Subject(s): Mothers
First Line: I saw an aged woman bow
Last Line: Except a mother's love.
Subject(s): Mothers
"It may be Autumn, yea Winter with the woman -- but with the
mother, as a mother, it is always Spung." -- SERMON OF THE REV.
THOMAS COBBETT, AT LYNN, 1665.
I SAW an aged woman bow
To weariness and care,
Time wrote his sorrows on her brow
And 'mid her frosted hair.
Hope, from her breast had torn away
Its rooting, scathed and dry,
And on the pleasures of the gay
She turned a joyless eye.
What was it that like sunbeam clear
O'er her wan features run,
As pressing towards her deafened ear
I named her absent son?
What was it! Ask a mother's breast
Through which a fountain flows
Perennial, fathomless and blest,
By winter never froze.
What was it? Ask the King of kings,
Who hath decreed, above,
That change should mark all earthly things,
Except a mother's love.
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