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And I would be again that thoughtless thing , Ceress'd and car'd for with that lulling love That made me nestle to thy succouring , And coo—the language of the babe and dove , Both eloquent—both breathing of a heart That but in murmurs may its bliss impart . O , gentle mother , now that I can view
The realms of space with spiritual eye , I see what , could it be beheld by you , Would wake that bosom with too wild a sigh . But let my murmurs melt into that ear , That lies amid thy silken tresses hid ; O mother , speak to mothers when you hear
Their trembling little ones by tyrants chid , Tell them they guess not how young spirits feel The wanton wounds that petulance will deal . O bid them leave us less to sordid care , That heeds not what impression we may take ; Bid them the threat , the promise to forbear ,
That they wilJ rashly breathe , and basely break—Spoiling the fair , fresh fountain of our youth , With distrust dashing its reflecting stream , Loosing the pure integrity of truth In its first basement , making it a theme For precept not for practice , till we stray Further with falsehood ev ' ry future day .
Tell them to give our very morning hours All unto softest peace and sunny love ; Leave us all folded , like the infant flowers , Drinking the dew and sunshine from above . But when our smiles with consciousness have shone ,
Kindling to eyes with answering smiles imprest , Then know that mind has quicken'd , that the throne Of sympathy is seated in the breast ; Then from that moment is neglect a sin—Theny education , must thy task begin .
But , gradual , graceful , gracious , as the dawn That comes with tender twilight scarce unfurl'd , Sprinkling pale splendour over lake and lawn . Nor rolls the sun till noonday on the world , When the warm light the awak'n'd eye can bear ,
And all is bath'd in the broad beam of day , That paints not parts , nor pierceth here and there , But kindles with a universal ray . Thus , thus must mind be wak'd and warm'd and won . To the meridian of the mental sun .
But there are dews as well as beams , and they Teach how to nurture our unfolding hearts ; The brain grows parch'd and arid , till the play Of feeling ' s flow its gentle dew imparts ;
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The Spirit of an Infant to his Mother , 725
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Oct. 2, 1833, page 725, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2624/page/65/
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