Poems for Children Sigourney/Letter from a Mother to her little Boy

by Lydia Sigourney

Letter from a Mother to her little Boy.

WRITTEN AT NIAGARA.

My little son, my little son,
    God give his grace to thee,

Though many a weary mile doth stretch,
    Between thy home and me:

And many a forest dark and high
    Is lifted up between,
Yet still thy form seems near my side,
    Amid each stranger scene:

And fondly seems thy full fair eye
    Upon my brow to gaze;
And in my dearest dreams I join
    Thy spirit-stirring plays.

Niagara's glory strikes my view,
    Its awful voice I hear,
But still thy sweetly murmur'd tone
    Is closer in mine ear.

And thus through every change of time
    Thy mother's love must be,
My little son, my only one,
    God give his grace to thee.