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Poems
THE HERO'S MOTHER
Let other women kneel before
The shrine of martial glory,
And blazon forth the hero's deeds
In thrilling song or story!
The task of wearing laurel wreaths
I'll gladly leave to others;
For me, I'd rather sing my song
About the heroes' mothers.
The shrine of martial glory,
And blazon forth the hero's deeds
In thrilling song or story!
The task of wearing laurel wreaths
I'll gladly leave to others;
For me, I'd rather sing my song
About the heroes' mothers.
The soldier dashes in the fray,
With love and fame before him,
While she is left alone to pray,
That angels may watch o'er him,
His courage feels the spur of pride,
Cheered on by friend and brother,
Grander is hers, though undescried,—
The courage of the mother.
With love and fame before him,
While she is left alone to pray,
That angels may watch o'er him,
His courage feels the spur of pride,
Cheered on by friend and brother,
Grander is hers, though undescried,—
The courage of the mother.
The mother's hand, whate'er lt be,—
Soft, smooth, toil-stained, or horny,—
Soft, smooth, toil-stained, or horny,—
