A MOTHER'S LOVE!/ Oh, there is not, in all this cold, and false,/ And hollow-hearted world, one fount of love/ So pure, so deep, so deathless, strong as death,--/ A love, whose joy might swell an angel's breast,--/ Whose tear would sully not an angel's cheek,--/ Upon whose pride a Deity might smile,--/ As that, which in a youthful mother's breast/ Wells up, while bending o'er her first-born child!/ Ocean's dark caves can boast no pearl so pure,/ And earth, upon her bosom holds no flower,/ And, in her jewell'd depths, no gem so rare!--/ A mother's love! Oh, it can bear all suff'ring,--/ It will dare despair, death, peril, ev'n crime,--/ All that the spirit shrinks from,--drain the cup/ Of sorrow to the dregs, nor drop one tear,/ Nor know an instant's pause, though met by pride/ And petulence from that so wildly loved--/ Be it deformed, and swart, and hideous,/ Or, bright and beauteous as a poet's dream./ Unchill'd--unfever'd--evermore it glows,/ Unchanged, unchanging:--in this fickle world/ The one thing stable,--evermore the same! [P. 12.]
Lilly Martin, Marietta Artist. 1841. By Edmund Flagg. Catalogue of Miss Martin's Paintings.