Privileged at home # Large Family Mothering

BACKWARD, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,Make me a child again just for to-night!Mother, come back from the echoless shore,Take me again to your heart as of yore;Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,???????? Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair;Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;--Rock me to sleep, mother,--rock me to sleep!??Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!I am so weary of toil and of tears,--? Toil without recompense, tears all in vain,--Take them, and give me my childhood again!I have grown weary of dust and decay,--Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away;Weary of sowing for others to reap;--? Rock me to sleep, mother,--rock me to sleep!??Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue,Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you!Many a summer the grass has grown green,Blossomed and faded, our faces between:? Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain,Long I to-night for your presence again.
Come from the silence so long and so deep;--
Rock me to sleep, mother,--rock me to sleep!
??Over my heart, in the days that are flown,? No love like mother-love ever has shone;
No other worship abides and endures,--
Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours:
None like a mother can charm away pain
From the sick soul and the world-weary brain.? Slumber's soft calms o'er my heavy lids creep;--
Rock me to sleep, mother,--rock me to sleep!
??Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold,
Fall on your shoulders again as of old;
Let it drop over my forehead to-night,? Shading my faint eyes away from the light;
For with its sunny-edged shadows once more
Haply will throng the sweet visions of yore;
Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep;--
Rock me to sleep, mother,--rock me to sleep!? ??Mother, dear mother, the years have been long
Since I last listened your lullaby song:
Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem
Womanhood's years have been only a dream.
Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace,? With your light lashes just sweeping my face,
Never hereafter to wake or to weep;--
Rock me to sleep, mother,--rock me to sleep!

Source: http://ladyofvirtue.blogspot.com/2012/10/privileged-at-home.html

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