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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391676" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To My Mother</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IF e'er for human bliss or woe<br>I feel the sympathetic glow;<br>If e'er my heart has learn'd to know<br>The gen'rous wish or pray'r;<br>Who sow'd the germ, with tender hand?<br>Who mark'd its infant-leaves expand?<br>My mother's fost'ring care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if one flow'r of charms refin'd <br>May grace the garden of my mind;<br>'Twas she who nurs'd it there:<br>She lov'd to cherish and adorn<br>Each blossom of the soil;<br>To banish ev'ry weed and thorn,<br>That oft oppos'd her toil!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, oh! if e'er I've sigh'd to claim<br>The palm, the living palm of fame,<br>The glowing wreath of praise;<br>If e'er I've wish'd the glitt'ring stores,<br>That fortune on her fav'rite pours;<br>'Twas but, that wealth and fame, if mine,<br>Round thee, with streaming rays might shine, <br>And gild thy sun-bright days!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet not that splendor, pomp, and pow'r,<br>Might then irradiate ev'ry hour;<br>For these, my mother! well I know,<br>On thee no raptures could bestow;<br>But could thy bounty, warm and kind,<br>Be, like thy wishes, unconfin'd;<br>And fall, as manna from the skies,<br>And bid a train of blessings rise,<br>Diffusing joy and peace;<br>The tear-drop, grateful, pure and bright,<br>For thee would beam with softer light,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Than all the diamond's crystal rays,<br>Than all the emerald's lucid blaze;<br>And joys of heav'n would thrill thy heart,<br>To bid one bosom-grief depart,<br>One tear, one sorrow cease!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, oh! may heav'n, that loves to bless,<br>Bestow the pow'r to cheer distress; <br>Make thee its minister below, <br>To light the cloudy path of woe;<br>To visit the deserted cell,<br>Where indigence is doom'd to dwell;<br>To raise, when drooping to the earth,<br>The blossoms of neglected worth;<br>And round, with lib'ral hand dispense,<br>The sunshine of beneficence!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, ah! if fate should still deny<br>Delights like these, too rich and high;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If grief and pain thy steps assail,<br>In life's remote and wintry vale;<br>Then, as the wild Eolian lyre,<br>Complains with soft, entrancing number,<br>When the loud storm awakes the wire,<br>And bids enchantment cease to slumber;<br>So filial love, with soothing voice,<br>E'en then, shall teach thee to rejoice;<br>E'en then, shall sweeter, milder sound, <br>When sorrow's tempest raves around;<br>While dark misfortune's gales destroy,<br>The frail, mimosa-buds of hope and joy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q>
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I feel the sympathetic glow;
If e'er my heart has learn'd to know
The gen'rous wish or pray'r;
Who sow'd the germ, with tender hand?
Who mark'd its infant-leaves expand?
My mother's fost'ring care.

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