MY FIRST BORN.
THE HOUR OF HER BIRTH.
THE HOUR OF HER BIRTH.
THE HOUR OF HER BIRTH.
Was’t not a cry of pleasureBurst from that shrouded room?God bless thee, mother of my first,Love’s pledge through joy and gloom;Long hours we looked to measureThe rapture, now so free,That, like some stream, the rocks have burst;Restrained it cannot be.I may not speak my pleasure,The tears are in mine eye,And, like one long awake to thirst,I pant for liberty—Freedom to see my treasure,To hush its cries, and restMy infant daughter, yet unnursedUpon her father’s breast.
Was’t not a cry of pleasureBurst from that shrouded room?God bless thee, mother of my first,Love’s pledge through joy and gloom;Long hours we looked to measureThe rapture, now so free,That, like some stream, the rocks have burst;Restrained it cannot be.I may not speak my pleasure,The tears are in mine eye,And, like one long awake to thirst,I pant for liberty—Freedom to see my treasure,To hush its cries, and restMy infant daughter, yet unnursedUpon her father’s breast.
Was’t not a cry of pleasureBurst from that shrouded room?God bless thee, mother of my first,Love’s pledge through joy and gloom;Long hours we looked to measureThe rapture, now so free,That, like some stream, the rocks have burst;Restrained it cannot be.I may not speak my pleasure,The tears are in mine eye,And, like one long awake to thirst,I pant for liberty—Freedom to see my treasure,To hush its cries, and restMy infant daughter, yet unnursedUpon her father’s breast.
Was’t not a cry of pleasure
Burst from that shrouded room?
God bless thee, mother of my first,
Love’s pledge through joy and gloom;
Long hours we looked to measure
The rapture, now so free,
That, like some stream, the rocks have burst;
Restrained it cannot be.
I may not speak my pleasure,
The tears are in mine eye,
And, like one long awake to thirst,
I pant for liberty—
Freedom to see my treasure,
To hush its cries, and rest
My infant daughter, yet unnursed
Upon her father’s breast.