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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354026" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Mother’s Heart</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHEN first thou camest, gentle, shy, and fond, <br>My eldest-born, first hope, and dearest treasure, <br>My heart received thee with a joy beyond <br>All that it yet had felt of earthly pleasure; <br>Nor thought that any love again might be <br>So deep and strong as that I felt for thee. <br>II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Faithful and true, with sense beyond thy years, <br>And natural piety that lean'd to Heaven; <br>Wrung by a harsh word suddenly to tears, <br>Yet patient of rebuke when justly given-- <br>Obedient--easy to be reconciled-- <br>And meekly-cheerful--such wert thou, my child! <br>III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not willing to be left; still by my side <br>Haunting my walks, while summer-day was dying;-- <br>Nor leaving in thy turn; but pleased to glide <br>Thro' the dark room where I was sadly lying, <br>Or by the couch of pain, a sitter meek, <br>Watch the dim eye, and kiss the feverish cheek. <br>IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O boy! of such as thou are oftenest made <br>Earth's fragile idols; like a tender flower, <br>No strength in all thy freshness,--prone to fade,-- <br>And bending weakly to the thunder-shower,-- <br>Still, round the loved, thy heart found force to bind, <br>And clung, like woodbine shaken in the wind! <br>V.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then THOU, my merry love;--bold in thy glee, <br>Under the bough, or by the firelight dancing, <br>With thy sweet temper, and thy spirit free, <br>Didst come, as restless as a bird's wing glancing, <br>Full of a wild and irrepressible mirth, <br>Like a young sunbeam to the gladden'd earth! <br>VI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thine was the shout! the song! the burst of joy! <br>Which sweet from childhood's rosy lip resoundeth; <br>Thine was the eager spirit nought could cloy, <br>And the glad heart from which all grief reboundeth; <br>And many a mirthful jest and mock reply, <br>Lurk'd in the laughter of thy dark-blue eye! <br>VII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thine was many an art to win and bless, <br>The cold and stern to joy and fondness warming; <br>The coaxing smile;--the frequent soft caress;-- <br>The earnest tearful prayer all wrath disarming! <br>Again my heart a new affection found, <br>But thought that lore with thee had reach'd its bound. <br>VIII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At length THOU camest; thou, the last and least; <br>Nick-named 'The Emperor' by thy laughing brothers, <br>Because a haughty spirit swell'd thy breast, <br>And thou didst seek to rule and sway the others; <br>Mingling with every playful infant wile <br>A mimic majesty that made us smile:-- <br>IX.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And oh! most like a regal child wert thou! <br>An eye of resolute and successful scheming! <br>Fair shoulders--curling lip--and dauntless brow-- <br>Fit for the world's strife, not for Poet's dreaming: <br>And proud the lifting of thy stately head, <br>And the firm bearing of thy conscious tread. <br>X.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Different from both! Yet each succeeding claim, <br>I, that all other love had been forswearing, <br>Forthwith admitted, equal and the same; <br>Nor injured either, by this love's comparing, <br>Nor stole a fraction for the newer call-- <br>But in the Mother's heart, found room for ALL!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Caroline+Elizabeth+Sarah+Norton">Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton</a><div class=q>
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WHEN first thou camest, gentle, shy, and fond, 
My eldest-born, first hope, and dearest treasure, 
My heart received thee with a joy beyond 
All that it yet had felt of earthly pleasure; 
Nor thought that any love again might be 
So deep and s..."></div>
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