The Filial Choice
D EATH ! — if, between us, it's the doom,
That one shall drop into the tomb,
From Time's account her spirit free!
But aim the destin'd shaft — at me!
Nor from its filial shrine remove
The jewel of a Mother's love!
She is, of all I lov'd, the last;
With prayers to thee, I hold her fast:
The living death , fills me with dread,
Not the dark " chamber of the dead . "
The living death , in such a world,
As me from Hope's gay summits hurl'd,
And made all other Loves depart,
In Fortune's gale, that shifts the heart:
One gentle voice the mourner cheer'd;
One soothing arm the helpless rear'd;
One spirit prompted me to live ,
And gave me courage, to forgive:
No sting is on the bed of Death,
If She can bless the parting breath.
That one shall drop into the tomb,
From Time's account her spirit free!
But aim the destin'd shaft — at me!
Nor from its filial shrine remove
The jewel of a Mother's love!
She is, of all I lov'd, the last;
With prayers to thee, I hold her fast:
The living death , fills me with dread,
Not the dark " chamber of the dead . "
The living death , in such a world,
As me from Hope's gay summits hurl'd,
And made all other Loves depart,
In Fortune's gale, that shifts the heart:
One gentle voice the mourner cheer'd;
One soothing arm the helpless rear'd;
One spirit prompted me to live ,
And gave me courage, to forgive:
No sting is on the bed of Death,
If She can bless the parting breath.
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