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Poem
June 1, 1849
Anti Slavery Bugle
New Lisbon, Salem, Columbiana County, Ohio
What is this article about?
A mother's poignant elegy mourning the death of her young son, begging to hide his clothes, toys, and mementos that painfully remind her of his loss and the agony of his final moments.
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Hide them away
BY ANN PAGE.
Hide them, O hide them away—
His cap, his little frock;
And take from out my aching sight
Yon curling golden lock:
Ah, once it waved upon his brow! —
Ye torture me anew, —
Leave not so dear a token here —
Ye know not what ye do!
Last night the moon came in my room,
And on my bed did lie;
I woke, and in the silver light
I thought I heard him cry,
I leaned towards the little crib.
The curtain drew aside
Before, half-sleeping, I bethought
Me. that my boy had died!
Take them away! I cannot look
On aught that breathes of him!
Oh, take away the silver cup,
His lips have touched the brim;
Take the straw hat from off the wall.
'Tis wreathed with withered flowers;
The rustling leaves do whisper me
Of all the loved lost hours.
The rattle, with its music balls-
Oh, do not let them sound!
The dimpled hand that grasped them once,
Is cold beneath the ground.
The willow wagon on the lawn
Through all my tears I see;
Roll it away, Oh, gently roll,
It is an agony!
His shoes are in the corner, nurse,
His little feet no more
Will patter like the falling rain
Fast up and down the floor.
And turn that picture to the wall-
His loving, mournful eye
Is piercing through my very heart—
Again I see him die!
Oh, anguish! how he gazed on me
When panted out his breath!
I never, never knew before
How terrible was death.
My boy--my own-my only one—
Art thou for ever gone?
O God! help me to bear the stroke
That leaves me all alone!
Hide them away
BY ANN PAGE.
Hide them, O hide them away—
His cap, his little frock;
And take from out my aching sight
Yon curling golden lock:
Ah, once it waved upon his brow! —
Ye torture me anew, —
Leave not so dear a token here —
Ye know not what ye do!
Last night the moon came in my room,
And on my bed did lie;
I woke, and in the silver light
I thought I heard him cry,
I leaned towards the little crib.
The curtain drew aside
Before, half-sleeping, I bethought
Me. that my boy had died!
Take them away! I cannot look
On aught that breathes of him!
Oh, take away the silver cup,
His lips have touched the brim;
Take the straw hat from off the wall.
'Tis wreathed with withered flowers;
The rustling leaves do whisper me
Of all the loved lost hours.
The rattle, with its music balls-
Oh, do not let them sound!
The dimpled hand that grasped them once,
Is cold beneath the ground.
The willow wagon on the lawn
Through all my tears I see;
Roll it away, Oh, gently roll,
It is an agony!
His shoes are in the corner, nurse,
His little feet no more
Will patter like the falling rain
Fast up and down the floor.
And turn that picture to the wall-
His loving, mournful eye
Is piercing through my very heart—
Again I see him die!
Oh, anguish! how he gazed on me
When panted out his breath!
I never, never knew before
How terrible was death.
My boy--my own-my only one—
Art thou for ever gone?
O God! help me to bear the stroke
That leaves me all alone!
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Religious Faith
What keywords are associated?
Child Death
Mother Grief
Mourning Elegy
Lost Boy
Remembrances
What entities or persons were involved?
By Ann Page.
Poem Details
Title
Hide Them Away
Author
By Ann Page.
Subject
Mourning The Death Of Her Son
Key Lines
Hide Them, O Hide Them Away—
His Cap, His Little Frock;
Take Them Away! I Cannot Look
On Aught That Breathes Of Him!
Oh, Anguish! How He Gazed On Me
When Panted Out His Breath!
I Never, Never Knew Before
How Terrible Was Death.
My Boy My Own My Only One—
Art Thou For Ever Gone?
O God! Help Me To Bear The Stroke
That Leaves Me All Alone!