Poems (David)/To my Mother

by Edith Mary David

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TO MY MOTHER.

A MOTHER'S blessing ne'er can come amiss
 Her heart beams in her loving eye;
In a mother's love there is heavenly bliss,—
 Without it I should fade and die!

When I was an infant, a few weeks old,
 My mother blessed me as I lay;—
Ah! all was silent in the chamber
 Where they thought I was fading away.

When the cradle was taken from the room,
 Bitter tears ran down my mother's cheek;
Ah! how she sighed,—then sighing, swooned,
 And 'twas some time ere she could speak.

When they told her I breath'd, was not dead,
 The joy 'twas to her loving heart;
Trembling and weak in low accents she said
 "Please God! I pray we may never part!"

Many days, long nights, with glimmering light,
 They devotedly watched the sickly child;
Months roll'd on ere the blue eye became bright,
 Thank God! I'm now well by your side!