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Oh that those lips had language Life has pass'd	A
With me but roughly since I heard thee last	A
Those lips are thine thy own sweet smiles I see	B
The same that oft in childhood solaced me	B
Voice only fails else how distinct they say	C
Grieve not my child chase all thy fears away	C
The meek intelligence of those dear eyes	D
Blest be the art that can immortalize	D
The art that baffles time's tyrannic claim	E
To quench it here shines on me still the same	E
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Faithful remembrancer of one so dear	F
Oh welcome guest though unexpected here	G
Who bidd'st me honour with an artless song	H
Affectionate a mother lost so long	H
I will obey not willingly alone	I
But gladly as the precept were her own	I
And while that face renews my filial grief	J
Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief	J
Shall steep me in Elysian reverie	B
A momentary dream that thou art she	B
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My mother when I learn'd that thou wast dead	K
Say wast thou conscious of the tears I shed	K
Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son	L
Wretch even then life's journey just begun	L
Perhaps thou gav'st me though unseen a kiss	M
Perhaps a tear if souls can weep in bliss	M
Ah that maternal smile it answers Yes	N
I heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day	C
I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away	C
And turning from my nurs'ry window drew	O
A long long sigh and wept a last adieu	O
But was it such It was Where thou art gone	P
Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown	I
May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore	Q
The parting sound shall pass my lips no more	Q
Thy maidens griev'd themselves at my concern	R
Oft gave me promise of a quick return	R
What ardently I wish'd I long believ'd	S
And disappointed still was still deceiv'd	S
By disappointment every day beguil'd	T
Dupe of to morrow even from a child	T
Thus many a sad to morrow came and went	U
Till all my stock of infant sorrow spent	U
I learn'd at last submission to my lot	V
But though I less deplor'd thee ne'er forgot	V
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Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more	Q
Children not thine have trod my nurs'ry floor	Q
And where the gard'ner Robin day by day	C
Drew me to school along the public way	C
Delighted with my bauble coach and wrapt	C
In scarlet mantle warm and velvet capt	C
'Tis now become a history little known	I
That once we call'd the past'ral house our own	I
Short liv'd possession but the record fair	W
That mem'ry keeps of all thy kindness there	W
Still outlives many a storm that has effac'd	C
A thousand other themes less deeply trac'd	C
Thy nightly visits to my chamber made	C
That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid	C
Thy morning bounties ere I left my home	X
The biscuit or confectionary plum	Y
The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestow'd	C
By thy own hand till fresh they shone and glow'd	C
All this and more endearing still than all	Z
Thy constant flow of love that knew no fall	Z
Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and brakes	A2
That humour interpos'd too often makes	A2
All this still legible in mem'ry's page	B2
And still to be so to my latest age	B2
Adds joy to duty makes me glad to pay	C
Such honours to thee as my numbers may	C
Perhaps a frail memorial but sincere	F
Not scorn'd in heav'n though little notic'd here	G
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Could time his flight revers'd restore the hours	C2
When playing with thy vesture's tissued flow'rs	C2
The violet the pink and jessamine	D2
I prick'd them into paper with a pin	D2
And thou wast happier than myself the while	E2
Would'st softly speak and stroke my head and smile	E2
Could those few pleasant hours again appear	F
Might one wish bring them would I wish them here	G
I would not trust my heart the dear delight	C
Seems so to be desir'd perhaps I might	C
But no what here we call our life is such	F2
So little to be lov'd and thou so much	F2
That I should ill requite thee to constrain	G2
Thy unbound spirit into bonds again	H2
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Thou as a gallant bark from Albion's coast	C
The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd	C
Shoots into port at some well haven'd isle	E2
Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile	E2
There sits quiescent on the floods that show	I2
Her beauteous form reflected clear below	I2
While airs impregnated with incense play	C
Around her fanning light her streamers gay	C
So thou with sails how swift hast reach'd the shore	Q
Where tempests never beat nor billows roar	Q
And thy lov'd consort on the dang'rous tide	C
Of life long since has anchor'd at thy side	C
But me scarce hoping to attain that rest	C
Always from port withheld always distress'd	C
Me howling winds drive devious tempest toss'd	C
Sails ript seams op'ning wide and compass lost	C
And day by day some current's thwarting force	C2
Sets me more distant from a prosp'rous course	C2
But oh the thought that thou art safe and he	B
That thought is joy arrive what may to me	B
My boast is not that I deduce my birth	J2
From loins enthron'd and rulers of the earth	J2
But higher far my proud pretensions rise	C2
The son of parents pass'd into the skies	C2
And now farewell time unrevok'd has run	L
His wonted course yet what I wish'd is done	L
By contemplation's help not sought in vain	G2
I seem t' have liv'd my childhood o'er again	H2
To have renew'd the joys that once were mine	K2
Without the sin of violating thine	K2
And while the wings of fancy still are free	B
And I can view this mimic shew of thee	B
Time has but half succeeded in his theft	C
Thyself remov'd thy power to sooth me left	C

William Cowper

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