The Mother
by Patrick Pearse
I do not grudge them: Lord, I do not grudge
My two strong sons that I have seen go out
To break their strength and die, they and a few,
In bloody protest for a glorious thing,
They shall be spoken of among their people,
The generations shall remember them,
And call them blessed;
But I will speak their names to my own heart
In the long nights;
The little names that were familiar once
Round my dead hearth.
Lord, thou art hard on mothers:
We suffer in their coming and their going;
And tho’ I grudge them not, I weary, weary
Of the long sorrow—And yet I have my joy:
My sons were faithful, and they fought.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Gareth And Lynette poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- My Heart Screams by Roberto Cocina
- Robert Burns: The Farewell:
- Ольга Ермолаева – Псевдоготика для русских романтических сердец
- Ольга Берггольц – Встреча
- Skyscrapers by Rifat Ilgaz
- On Australian Hills
- Succeeding Sentiments.
- Владимир Высоцкий – Веселая покойницкая
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня о двух красивых автомобилях
- Post coitum omne animal triste est sive gallus et mulier by T. Wignesan.
- The workers by Sunil Sharma
- Power Of Music by William Wordsworth
- October, 1803 by William Wordsworth
- Fill For Me A Brimming Bowl poem – John Keats poems
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