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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409045" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Mother's Wail</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My babe! my tiny babe! my only babe!<br>My single rose-bud in a crown of thorns!<br>My lamp that in that narrow hut of life,<br>Whence I looked forth upon a night of storm!<br>Burned with the lustre of the moon and stars!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My babe! my tiny babe! my only babe!<br>Behold the bud is gone! the thorns remain!<br>My lamp hath fallen from its niche -- ah, me!<br>Earth drinks the fragrant flame, and I am left<br>Forever and forever in the dark!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My babe! my babe! my own and only babe!<br>Where art thou now? If somewhere in the sky<br>An angel hold thee in his radiant arms,<br>I challenge him to clasp thy tender form<br>With half the fervor of a mother's love!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forgive me, Lord! forgive my reckless grief!<br>Forgive me that this rebel, selfish heart<br>Would almost make me jealous for my child,<br>Though thy own lap enthroned him. Lord, thou hast<br>So many such! I have -- ah! had but one!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O yet once more, my babe, to hear thy cry!<br>O yet once more, my babe, to see thy smile!<br>O yet once more to feel against my breast<br>Those cool, soft hands, that warm, wet, eager mouth,<br>With the sweet sharpness of its budding pearls!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But it must never, never more be mine<br>To mark the growing meaning in thine eyes,<br>To watch thy soul unfolding leaf by leaf,<br>Or catch, with ever fresh surprise and joy,<br>Thy dawning recognitions of the world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three different shadows of thyself, my babe,<br>Change with each other while I weep. The first,<br>The sweetest, yet the not least fraught with pain,<br>Clings like my living boy around my neck,<br>Or purrs and murmurs softly at my feet!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another is a little mound of earth;<br>That comes the oftenest, darling! In my dreams,<br>I see it beaten by the midnight rain,<br>Or chilled beneath the moon. Ah! what a couch<br>For that which I have shielded from a breath<br>That would not stir the violets on thy grave!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The third, my precious babe! the third, O Lord!<br>Is a fair cherub face beyond the stars,<br>Wearing the roses of a mystic bliss,<br>Yet sometimes not unsaddened by a glance<br>Turned earthward on a mother in her woe!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the vision, Lord, that I would keep<br>Before me always. But, alas! as yet,<br>It is the dimmest and the rarest, too!<br>O touch my sight, or break the cloudy bars<br>That hide it, lest I madden where I kneel!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Timrod">Henry Timrod</a><div class=q>
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My single rose-bud in a crown of thorns!
My lamp that in that narrow hut of life,
Whence I looked forth upon a night of storm!
Burned with the lustre of the moon and stars!

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