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Emma Lazarus - Mater AmabilisEmma Lazarus - Mater Amabilis
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Down the goldenest of streams, Tide of dreams, The fair cradled man-child drifts; Sways with cadenced motion slow, To and fro, As the mother-foot poised lightly, falls and lifts. He, the firstling,—he, the light Of her sight,— He, the breathing pledge of love, `Neath the holy passion lies, Of her eyes,— Smiles to feel the warm, life-giving ray above. She believes that in his vision, Skies elysian O`er an angel-people shine. Back to gardens of delight, Taking flight, His auroral spirit basks in dreams divine. But she smiles through anxious tears; Unborn years Pressing forward, she perceives. Shadowy muffled shapes, they come Deaf and dumb, Bringing what? dry chaff and tares, or full-eared sheaves? What for him shall she invoke? Shall the oak Bind the man`s triumphant brow? Shall his daring foot alight On the height? Shall he dwell amidst the humble and the low? Through what tears and sweat and pain, Must he gain Fruitage from the tree of life? Shall it yield him bitter flavor? Shall its savor Be as manna midst the turmoil and the strife? In his cradle slept and smiled Thus the child Who as Prince of Peace was hailed. Thus anigh the mother breast, Lulled to rest, Child-Napoleon down the lilied river sailed. Crowned or crucified—the same Glows the flame Of her deathless love divine. Still the blessed mother stands, In all lands, As she watched beside thy cradle and by mine. Whatso gifts the years bestow, Still men know, While she breathes, lives one who sees (Stand they pure or sin-defiled) But the child Whom she crooned to sleep and rocked upon her knee.
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