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Poem
October 2, 1845
Watchman And Observer
Richmond, Virginia
What is this article about?
A heartfelt poem tribute to the poet's mother, reminiscing about childhood memories, enduring familial love, and its divine origin from Heaven.
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TO MY MOTHER.
If there be, as there is, in this "valley of tears,"
One remembrance more sweet than another,
It is that which runs back to our infantile years—
The remembrance of thee—dearest mother!
In the wide span of mem'ry now circling the past,
There are loved ones lost to each other,
And as thou wert the first, so thou still art the last,
To smile fondly on me—dearest mother!
Though endeared, as it is—think much as we may
Of the love of a sister or brother,
Yet it borrows the warmth of its brightening ray
From thy Heaven of Love—dearest mother.
Then be this my love—'tis a spark of that flame,
Which age upon age cannot smother,
'Tis enkindled above—from Heaven it came—
Oh, be it, then, mine—dearest mother!
If there be, as there is, in this "valley of tears,"
One remembrance more sweet than another,
It is that which runs back to our infantile years—
The remembrance of thee—dearest mother!
In the wide span of mem'ry now circling the past,
There are loved ones lost to each other,
And as thou wert the first, so thou still art the last,
To smile fondly on me—dearest mother!
Though endeared, as it is—think much as we may
Of the love of a sister or brother,
Yet it borrows the warmth of its brightening ray
From thy Heaven of Love—dearest mother.
Then be this my love—'tis a spark of that flame,
Which age upon age cannot smother,
'Tis enkindled above—from Heaven it came—
Oh, be it, then, mine—dearest mother!
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Friendship
Religious Faith
What keywords are associated?
Mother
Maternal Love
Remembrance
Childhood
Heaven
Familial Bonds
Poem Details
Title
To My Mother.
Subject
Tribute To Maternal Love And Remembrance
Key Lines
If There Be, As There Is, In This "Valley Of Tears,"
One Remembrance More Sweet Than Another,
It Is That Which Runs Back To Our Infantile Years—
The Remembrance Of Thee—Dearest Mother!
'Tis Enkindled Above—From Heaven It Came—
Oh, Be It, Then, Mine—Dearest Mother!