<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117561" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Slave-Mother's Farewell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">May God have mercy on thee, son, for man's stern heart hath none!<br>My gentle boy, my beautiful, my loved and only one!<br>I would the bitter tears that steep thy young and grief-doom'd head,<br>Were springing from a broken heart, that mourn'd thee with the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet how often have I watch'd above thine infant sleep,<br>With love whose gushing tenderness strove vainly not to weep,<br>When starting through my timid heart, the thought that thou couldst die,<br>Shot, even amidst a mother's bliss, a pang of agony.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My boy! my boy! Oh cling not thus around me in thy grief,<br>Thy mother's arm, thy mother's love, can yield thee no relief;<br>The tiger's bloody jaw hath not a gripe more fierce and fell<br>Than that which tears thee from my arms—thou who wert loved so well!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How may I live bereft of thee? Thy smile was all that flung<br>A ray of gladness ‘midst the gloom, forever round me hung:<br>How may a mother's heart endure to think upon thy fate,<br>Thou doom'd to misery and chains!—so young and desolate!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Farewell! farewell!—They tear thee hence!—and yet my heart beats on;<br>How can it bear the weight of life, when thou art from me gone?<br>Mine own! mine own! Yet cruel hands have barter'd thee for gold,<br>And torn thee, with a ruthless grasp, forever from my hold!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Margaret+Chandler">Elizabeth Margaret Chandler</a> from <i>Poetical Works</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117561" data-title="The Slave-Mother's Farewell de Elizabeth Margaret Chandler" data-description="May God have mercy on thee, son, for man's stern heart hath none!/My gentle boy, my beautiful, my loved and only one!/I would the bitter tears that steep thy young and grief-doom'd head,/Were springing from a broken heart, that mourn'd thee with t..."></div> </div> </div>

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