Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OUR MOTHER, by ANONYMOUS First Line: How oft some passing word will tend Last Line: Unchanged still art thou Subject(s): Mothers | ||||||||
HOW oft some passing word will tend In visions to recall Our truest, dearest, fondest friend-- That earliest friend of all, Who tended on our childish years, Those years that pass as hours, When all earth's dewy, trembling tears, Lie hid within her flowers. Thou star that shines in darkest night, When most we need thy aid, Nor changes but to beam more bright When others coldly fade. Oh, Mother! round thy hallowed name Such blissful memory springs, The heart in all but years the same, With reverent worship clings. Thy voice is first to greet us, when Bright fortune's smile is o'er us, And thine the hand that's readiest then To lift the veil before us. Or if dark clouds close round our head And care steals o'er the brow, While hope's fair flowers fall crushed and dead, Unchanged still art thou. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS IN THE 25TH YEAR OF MY MOTHER'S DEATH by JUDY JORDAN THE PAIDLIN' WEAN by ALEXANDER ANDERSON BLASTING FROM HEAVEN by PHILIP LEVINE TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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