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O 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 smile 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
Faithful remembrancer of one so dear	F
O welcome guest though unexpected here	G
Who bidst 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
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 gavest me though unfelt 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 nursery 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 word shall pass my lips no more	Q
Thy maidens grieved themselves at my concern	R
Oft gave me promise of thy quick return	R
What ardently I wish'd I long believed	S
And disappointed still was still deceived	S
By expectation every day beguiled	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 sorrows spent	U
I learn'd at last submission to my lot	V
But though I less deplored thee ne'er forgot	V
Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more	Q
Children not thine have trod my nursery floor	Q
And where the gardener Robin day by day	C
Drew me to school along the public way	C
Delighted with my bauble coach and wrapp'd	W
In scarlet mantle warm and velvet capp'd	W
'Tis now become a history little known	I
That once we call'd the pastoral house our own	I
Short lived possession but the record fair	X
That memory keeps of all thy kindness there	X
Still outlives many a storm that has effaced	W
A thousand other themes less deeply traced	W
Thy nightly visits to my chamber made	W
That thou mightst know me safe and warmly laid	W
Thy morning bounties ere I left my home	Y
The biscuit or confectionary plum	Z
The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestow'd	W
By thy own hand till fresh they shone and glow'd	W
All this and more endearing still than all	A2
Thy constant flow of love that knew no fall	A2
Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks	B2
That humour interposed too often makes	B2
All this still legible in memory's page	C2
And still to be so to my latest age	C2
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 heaven though little noticed here	G
Could Time his flight reversed restore the hours	D2
When playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers	D2
The violet the pink and jessamine	E2
I prick'd them into paper with a pin	E2
And thou wast happier than myself the while	F2
Wouldst softly speak and stroke my head and smile	F2
Could those few pleasant days again appear	F
Might one wish bring them would I wish them here	G
I would not trust my heart the dear delight	W
Seems so to be desired perhaps I might	W
But no what here we call our life is such	G2
So little to be loved and thou so much	G2
That I should ill requite thee to constrain	H2
Thy unbound spirit into bonds again	I2
Thou as a gallant bark from Albion's coast	W
The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd	W
Shoots into port at some well haven'd isle	F2
Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile	F2
There sits quiescent on the floods that show	J2
Her beauteous form reflected clear below	J2
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 loved consort on the dangerous tide	W
Of life long since has anchor'd by thy side	W
But me scarce hoping to attain that rest	W
Always from port withheld always distress'd	W
Me howling blasts drive devious tempest toss'd	W
Sails ripp'd seams opening wide and compass lost	W
And day by day some current's thwarting force	K2
Sets me more distant from a prosperous course	K2
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	L2
From loins enthroned and rulers of the earth	L2
But higher far my proud pretensions rise	D
The son of parents pass'd into the skies	D
And now farewell Time unrevoked has run	L
His wonted course yet what I wish'd is done	L
By contemplation's help not sought in vain	H2
I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again	I2
To have renew'd the joys that once were mine	M2
Without the sin of violating thine	M2
And while the wings of fancy still are free	B
And I can view this mimic show of thee	B
Time has but half succeeded in his theft	W
Thyself removed thy power to soothe me left	W

William Cowper

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