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Arthur Henry Adams - To The Best Of Women, My Mother
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I would give it all up at a word from you, Mother o` mine!
But the strife has begun
That I dare not shun:
Yet my heart looks home to the rest it knew,
To the questionless trust and the welcome true;
And you call to me now as you used to do, Mother o` mine!
The wonderful years that we shared are flown, Mother o` mine!
The world has won
The heart of your son;
The child has died in the man full grown;
The path of my life I must tread alone,
And I dare not return when you call your own, Mother o` mine!
My heart in the chill of the world grows cold, Mother o` mine!
But lives may run
Ere your love be done,
And the child I remember you still enfold
In the passionate peace of your heart`s warm hold —
For ever for you I`m the child of old, Mother o` mine!
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