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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO MY MOTHER, by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER Poet's Biography
First Line: A mother heard our infant cries
Last Line: Its gentle bonds about the soul.
Subject(s): Mothers
First Line: A mother heard our infant cries
Last Line: Its gentle bonds about the soul.
Subject(s): Mothers
A MOTHER heard our infant cries,
And folded us with fond embrace,
And when we woke, our infant eyes
Were opened on a mother's face.
Our wishes she did make her own,
Her bosom fed and pillowed too,
Answering each start or fitful moan
With trembling pulses fond and true.
Then knowledge was a thing untaught:
Heaven's charity, a daily dole,
Stole in inaudibly, and wrought
Its gentle bonds about the soul.
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