Being his mother--when he goes away
I would not hold him overlong, and so
Sometimes my yielding sight of him grows O
So quick of tears, I joy he did not stay
To catch the faintest rumor of them! Nay,
Leave always his eyes clear and glad, although
Mine own, dear Lord, do fill to overflow;
Let his remembered features, as I pray,
Smile ever on me! Ah! what stress of love
Thou givest me to guard with Thee thiswise:
Its fullest speech ever to be denied
Mine own--being his mother! All thereof
Thou knowest only, looking from the skies
As when not Christ alone was crucified.
Being His Mother
James Whitcomb Riley
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Poem topics: alone, away, joy, smile, sometimes, dear, pray, clear, stay, speech, glad, stress, hold, guard, love, mother, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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