Poem by Dinah Maria Craik

The Mother’s Visit

LONG years ago she visited my chamber,
Steps soft and slow, a taper in her hand;
Her fond kiss she laid upon my eyelids,
Fair as an angel from the unknown land:
Mother, mother, is it thou I see?
Mother, mother, watching over me.

And yesternight I saw her cross my chamber,
Soundless as light, a palm-branch in her hand;
Her mild eyes she bent upon my anguish,
Calm as an angel from the blessed land;
Mother, mother, is it thou I see?
Mother, mother, art thou come for me? 

1. Saint Elizabeth of Bohemia
2. The Aurora on the Clyde
3. “Will Sail Tomorrow”
4. Fishermen—Not of Galilee
5. Grace of Clydeside

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