Арчибальд Лампмен (Archibald Lampman)

To My Mother

Mother, to whose valiant will,
  Battling long ago,
What the heaping years fulfil,
  Light and song, I owe;
Send my little book a-field,
  Fronting praise or blame
With the shining flag and shield
  Of your name.

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