The Mother's Heart

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Title

The Mother's Heart

Description

The spring of feeling gushes there,

In mystic light from virtue's rays,

Is like the pure undying air

That o'er the fact of nature plays;

No selfish view, or sordid tie,

Around the MOTHER'S heart will cling,

Nor in the hidden bed will lie

A sealed or sensual thing.


It is a pure, unquenched flame,

A fountain of perpetual flow;

Though withered it will bloom again,

With constant and undying glow;

In spite of every withering storm,

The feelings of that faithful breast

Will guard the lone and trembling form,

The friendless and oppressed.


A MOTHER'S heart will still remain

And every pang on earth endure;

Cast her affection in the flame,

And it will pass unchanged and pure.

As gentle as the voice of spring,

It bears not passion's deadly weight;

But to the heart of youth will cling,

Till all is desolate.

Creator

R.Barker

Source

1:13, p. 4

Date

1837.04.01

Contributor

From the Mother's Magazine

Citation

R.Barker, “The Mother's Heart,” Periodical Poets, accessed February 24, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/199.

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