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Fond as the ivy or the eglantine , Her arms about thee , boy , for ever twine . But is this love , that tends thus to excess , Which grows by giving , given her to bless—To nurture thee to glory and to grace—To make thee monarch-man—to give thee place 'Mid earth ' s high sons , ' mid heaven ' s holy train- — Fit thee to live for us , and live again ?
Yes , or it had not been implanted here , Born ere thy birth , thou idol of my care ! How without this unwasting , vital ray , Could hope , unweary'd , watch thy dawning day ? Bear each bereavement a fond mother knows , —
The lack of rest , the absence of repose . Surrender ed vanities—relinquished joys—Praise , power , and homage , and the thousand toys That folly fabricates to spoil the gem That fools at first corrupt , and then contemn !
0 fair affection , with redeeming power Thou sav ' st the tree , in pity to the flower ! For this young being , grown from out my heart , 1 bid my vestal vanities depart . I am a matron , and a mother now ,
To heaven I lift my consecrated brow , And sit with looks ' commercing with the skies / To ask the power that holy love supplies . Vain ' twere to weep o ' er all my wasted hours—My desecrated skill—insulted powers ! Be thy proud task , improvement , all my own ; I'll win the wisdom I was never shown ; I'll do mine office by this little one , I'll be a mother to my first-born son ! O my young cherub , I will be thy book , And its first lesson—( love in every look ) Shall teach thee that pure principle , that might Make earth so holy—that makes heaven so bright . And while progressing in our loving lore I'll show affection less , hut feel it more ; Lest love too lavish , like a clime too warm , Should spoil the spirit , I shall try to form .
Shame on the world ! in madness or in pride , Has woman ' s mental l ) irth-right been deny'd . Be she the weaker—kindly give her might—Be she man ' s equal—then it is her right . Whether or not , ' Us policy to dower Woman with wisdom , since she must have power ; The power to sear or sooth , to blight or bless , To mar or make all moral happiness . M . L . G .
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750 A Mother to Her First-born .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Nov. 2, 1833, page 750, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2626/page/18/
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