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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510026" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To A Young Mother On The Birth Of Her First Born Child</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young mother! proudly throbs thine heart, and well may it rejoice,<br>Well may’st thou raise to Heaven above in grateful prayer thy voice:<br>A gift hath been bestowed on thee, a gift of priceless worth,<br>Far dearer to thy woman’s heart than all the wealth of earth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What store of deep and holy joy is opened to thy thought—<br>Glad, sunny dreams of future days, with bliss and rapture fraught;<br>Of hopes as varied, yet as bright, as beams of April sun,<br>And plans and wishes centred all within thy darling one! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While others seek in changing scenes earth’s happiness to gain,<br>In fashion’s halls to win a joy as dazzling as ’tis vain—<br>A bliss more holy far is thine, far sweeter and more deep,<br>To watch beside thine infant’s couch and bend above his sleep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What joy for thee to ling’ring gaze within those cloudless eyes,<br>Turning upon thee with a glance of such sweet, strange surprise,<br>Or press a mother’s loving kiss upon that fair, white brow,<br>Of all earth’s weight of sin and care and pain unconscious now. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, as thy loved one’s sleeping breath so softly fans thy cheek,<br>And gazing on that tiny form, so lovely, yet so weak,<br>A dream comes o’er thee of the time when nobly at thy side<br>Thy cherished son shall proudly stand, in manhood’s lofty pride. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet a sad change steals slowly o’er thy tender, loving eye,<br>Thou twin’st him closer to thy heart, with fond and anxious sigh,<br>Feeling, however bright his course he too must suff’ring know,<br>Like all earth’s children taste alike life’s cup of care and woe. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, oh! it lies within thy power to give to him a spell<br>To guard him in the darkest hour from sorrow safe and well;<br>Thou’lt find it in the narrow path the great and good have trod—<br>And thou thyself wilt teach it him—the knowledge of his God!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rosanna+Eleanor+Leprohon">Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon</a><div class=q>
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Well may’st thou raise to Heaven above in grateful prayer thy voice:
A gift hath been bestowed on thee, a gift of priceless worth,
Far dearer to thy woman’s heart than all the ..."></div>
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