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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416311" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Death Of His Mother</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye fabled Muses, I your aid disclaim,<br>Your airy raptures, and your fancied flame; <br>True genuine woe my throbbing breast inspires,<br>Love prompts my lays, and filial duty fires;<br>My soul springs instant at the warm design,<br>And the heart dictates every flowing line.<br>See! where the kindest, best of mothers lies,<br>And death has closed her ever watching eyes;<br>Has lodged at last in peace her weary breast,<br>And lulled her many piercing cares to rest.<br>No more the orphan train around her stands,<br>While her full heart upbraids her needy hands!<br>No more the widow's lonely fate she feels,<br>The shock severe that modest want conceals,<br>The oppressor's scourge, the scorn of wealthy pride,<br>And poverty's unnumbered ills beside.<br>For see! attended by the angelic throng,<br>Through yonder worlds of light she glides along,<br>And claims the well earned raptures of the sky:<br>Yet fond concern recalls the mother's eye;<br>She seeks the helpless orphans left behind;<br>So hardly left! so bitterly resigned!<br>Still, still! is she my soul's diurnal theme, <br>The waking vision, and the wailing dream:<br>Amid the ruddy sun's enlivening blaze<br>O'er my dark eyes her dewy image plays,<br>And in the dread dominion of the night<br>Shines out again the sadly pleasing sight.<br>Triumphant virtue all around her darts,<br>And more than volumes every look imparts -<br>Looks, soft, yet awful; melting, yet serene;<br>Where both the mother and the saint are seen.<br>But ah! that night - that torturing night remains;<br>May darkness dye it with the deepest stains,<br>May joy on it forsake her rosy bowers,<br>And streaming sorrow blast its baleful hours,<br>When on the margin of the briny flood,<br>Chilld with a sad presaging damp I stood,<br>Took the last look, ne'er to behold her more,<br>And mixed our murmurs with the wavy roar;<br>Heard the last words fall from her pious tongue,<br>Then, wild into the bulging vessel flung,<br>Which soon, too soon, conveyed me from her sight,<br>Dearer than life, and liberty, and light!<br>Why was I then, ye powers, reserved for this?<br>Nor sunk that moment in the vast abyss?<br>Devoured at once by the relentless wave,<br>And whelmed for ever in a watery grave? -<br>Down, ye wild wishes of unruly woe! -<br>I see her with immortal beauty glow;<br>The early wrinkle, care-contracted, gone,<br>Her tears all wiped, and all her sorrows flown;<br>The exalting voice of Heaven I hear her breathe,<br>To soothe her soul in agonies of death.<br>I see her through the mansions blessed above,<br>And now she meets her dear expecting love.<br>Heart-cheering sight! but yet, alas! o'erspread<br>By the dark gloom of Grief's uncheerful shade.<br>Come then, of reason the reflecting hour,<br>And let me trust the kind o'erruling Power,<br>Who from the night commands the shining day,<br>The poor man's portion and the orphan's stay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Thomson">James Thomson</a><div class=q>
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Your airy raptures, and your fancied flame; 
True genuine woe my throbbing breast inspires,
Love prompts my lays, and filial duty fires;
My soul springs instant at the warm design,
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