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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529229" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Maternal Hope</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps,<br>Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps:<br>She, while the lovely babe unconscious lies,<br>Smiles on her slumb'ring child with pensive eyes,<br>And weaves a song of melancholy joy:-<br>'Sleep, image of thy father! - sleep, my boy!<br>No ling'ring hour of sorrow shall be thine,<br>No sigh that rends thy father's heart and mine.<br>Bright, as his manly sire, the son shall be,<br>In form and soul; but, ah! more blest than he!<br>Thy fame, thy worth, thy filial love, at last,<br>Shall soothe his aching heart for all the past;<br>With many a smile my solitude repay,<br>And chase the world's ungenerous scorn away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And say, when summon'd from the world and thee<br>I lay my head beneath the willow-tree,<br>And soothe may parted spirit ling'ring near?<br>Oh! wilt thou come at evening hour, to shed<br>The tears of mem'ry o'er my narrow bed;<br>With aching temples on thy hand reclined,<br>Muse on the last 'farewell!' I leave behind,<br>Breathe a deep sigh to winds that murmur low,<br>And think on all my love, and all my woe?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So speaks affection, ere the infant eye<br>Can look regard, or brighten in reply;<br>But, when the cherub lip hath learn'd to claim<br>A mother's ear by that endearing name, -<br>Soon as the playful innocent can prove<br>A tear of pity, or a smile of love,<br>Or cons his murmuring task beneath her care,<br>Or lisps with holy look his evening prayer,<br>Or gazing, mutely pensive, sits to hear<br>The mournful ballad warbled in his ear, -<br>How fondly looks admiring hope the while,<br>At every artless tear, and every smile!<br>How glows the joyous parent to descry <br>A guileless bosom, true to sympathy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Campbell">Thomas Campbell</a><div class=q>
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Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps:
She, while the lovely babe unconscious lies,
Smiles on her slumb'ring child with pensive eyes,
And weaves a song of melancholy joy:-
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