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Littell's Living Age/Volume 170/Issue 2201/To my Mother

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I left thee once in mad desire to find

    The love for which my spirit yearned with pain;
    At many a door I knocked and knocked in vain,

Craving love's alms which none to grant inclined,

    But laughing, treated me with cold disdain;

Yet still I wandered, eager in the quest, Forever seeking, and for aye unblest,

    Since no one gave the boon for which I pined.

Then, mother! turning to my home I went

    With weary steps and sorrow-numbing care,

And lo! my pain was lost in sweet content,

    For what I sought came to me unaware;

In the dear eyes that on thy son were bent

    All I had asked I found, for love was there.