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Poem
February 22, 1837
The Rhode Island Republican
Newport, Newport County, Rhode Island
What is this article about?
A mother in Boston addresses stanzas to her son serving in the Florida Army, contrasting her comfort with his hardships, recounting a dream of danger from a Native American, and expressing prayers for his safety.
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POETRY
For the New York Daily Express
STANZAS.
From a Lady in Boston to her Son in the Florida Army.
My Boy, my boy! (a mother said,)
The damp sod of the wilderness,
Must be to-night thy martial bed.
While I a downy pillow press.
My boy, my boy, my hope my pride,
The theme of many a fervent prayer,—
My heart were calmer at thy side,
And would to heaven that I were there!
I seemed but lately as I slept,
To see thee in thy slumbers dear,
The while a painted savage crept,
With plume and bracelet crouching near.
Revenge was burning in his eye,
He rose and rested on his knee,
And raised his swarthy arm on high.
To wreak his country's wrongs on thee.
I shrieked!—the moon with pearly light
Shone on thy cheek of youthful glow,
He turned aside his hatchet bright
And spared thee for a sterner foe.
Has heaven bestowed a sign to night!
And have my prayers been not in vain?
Flow on ye tears, and leave but sight,
To see and clasp my boy again.
For the New York Daily Express
STANZAS.
From a Lady in Boston to her Son in the Florida Army.
My Boy, my boy! (a mother said,)
The damp sod of the wilderness,
Must be to-night thy martial bed.
While I a downy pillow press.
My boy, my boy, my hope my pride,
The theme of many a fervent prayer,—
My heart were calmer at thy side,
And would to heaven that I were there!
I seemed but lately as I slept,
To see thee in thy slumbers dear,
The while a painted savage crept,
With plume and bracelet crouching near.
Revenge was burning in his eye,
He rose and rested on his knee,
And raised his swarthy arm on high.
To wreak his country's wrongs on thee.
I shrieked!—the moon with pearly light
Shone on thy cheek of youthful glow,
He turned aside his hatchet bright
And spared thee for a sterner foe.
Has heaven bestowed a sign to night!
And have my prayers been not in vain?
Flow on ye tears, and leave but sight,
To see and clasp my boy again.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
War Military
Religious Faith
What keywords are associated?
Mother Son
Florida Army
Dream Savage
Prayers Heaven
Martial Bed
What entities or persons were involved?
From A Lady In Boston
Poem Details
Title
Stanzas.
Author
From A Lady In Boston
Subject
To Her Son In The Florida Army.
Form / Style
Rhymed Stanzas
Key Lines
My Boy, My Boy! (A Mother Said,)
The Damp Sod Of The Wilderness,
Must Be To Night Thy Martial Bed.
While I A Downy Pillow Press.
Has Heaven Bestowed A Sign To Night!
And Have My Prayers Been Not In Vain?
Flow On Ye Tears, And Leave But Sight,
To See And Clasp My Boy Again.