For its air is filled with wailing, And resounds with shrieks of pain; And, it seems, 'midst moral chaos, That the Godhead rules in vain In a world where wrong is rampant, It is well that earthly evils, Lost amidst life's closing gloom, It is well the blessed spirits, In the land without a tear, See the good, but not the evil, That they did in blindness here; And, in peace, can rest for ever, Lulled by Lethe's listless wave, Seeing not their loved ones' sorrowsSeeing, when they cannot save. my mother! I am thankful That you rest in peace on high, Seeing not the tears you cause me, Never hearing when I sigh: I am thankful that you know not, Mother, you, from childhood, reared me In a tinselled world of lies, Darkly wrapped in clouds of folly, Charged with gathering storms of sighs; And, too late, I see its falseness, In the furnace of affliction, Once, you saw me rise above it— Rise to nature, truth, and right; Saw me make one struggling effort, Upward, towards the darkened light; When, awhile, my heart was lighted And, like Psyche in the cavern, Then, O mother, false, and foolish ! You my treasured secret found; Ruthless, took the lamp that led me; Dashed it heedless to the ground! I myself was weak and wicked, And I see but retribution, In a life of ceaseless pain Ceaseless pain, and degradation, But I was a simple maiden, Overmatched in worldly art, Knowing not the subtle falseness XIV. When the lamp of Love was broken, When I cared not what befell me, Mother! you, with deep designing, Plunged me deeper in despair; Filled my heart with dark foreboding; Crushed it with a load of care. Then I took the cup of fashion ; But you made me drink it deeply— Till my stricken heart was maddened, With a host of bright mirages, Then your fatal work was ended, Knowing not the degradation Of a loved but loveless wifeDegradation, dark and damning, Ending but with ending life. |