03.05.2012, 20:35
To My Mother
"Her children arise up and call her blessed."
MOTHER, who hast in heavenly places been
A radiant dweller even as long as I
Have been a wanderer 'neath this Southern sky,
And o'er these lands and every sea between
The shapes of Famine and of Death have seen
Me ever following, from where I lie
This song of love I send where thou on high
O'er Heaven's verge perchance dost listening lean.
Or if to inner glories thou art called,
Where earth no more disturbs the immortal sense,
Then in my heart my song I will enclose
And reach through death some nigher region, whence
The dearest strains my love's invention knows
Shall mount to thee where thou art high installed.
"Her children arise up and call her blessed."
MOTHER, who hast in heavenly places been
A radiant dweller even as long as I
Have been a wanderer 'neath this Southern sky,
And o'er these lands and every sea between
The shapes of Famine and of Death have seen
Me ever following, from where I lie
This song of love I send where thou on high
O'er Heaven's verge perchance dost listening lean.
Or if to inner glories thou art called,
Where earth no more disturbs the immortal sense,
Then in my heart my song I will enclose
And reach through death some nigher region, whence
The dearest strains my love's invention knows
Shall mount to thee where thou art high installed.