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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117561" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Slave-Mother's Farewell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117561" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">May God have mercy on thee, son, for man's stern heart hath none!<br>My gentle boy, my beautiful, my loved and only one!<br>I would the bitter tears that steep thy young and grief-doom'd head,<br>Were springing from a broken heart, that mourn'd thee with the dead.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117561" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And yet how often have I watch'd above thine infant sleep,<br>With love whose gushing tenderness strove vainly not to weep,<br>When starting through my timid heart, the thought that thou couldst die,<br>Shot, even amidst a mother's bliss, a pang of agony.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117561" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My boy! my boy! Oh cling not thus around me in thy grief,<br>Thy mother's arm, thy mother's love, can yield thee no relief;<br>The tiger's bloody jaw hath not a gripe more fierce and fell<br>Than that which tears thee from my arms—thou who wert loved so well!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117561" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">How may I live bereft of thee? Thy smile was all that flung<br>A ray of gladness ‘midst the gloom, forever round me hung:<br>How may a mother's heart endure to think upon thy fate,<br>Thou doom'd to misery and chains!—so young and desolate!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117561" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Farewell! farewell!—They tear thee hence!—and yet my heart beats on;<br>How can it bear the weight of life, when thou art from me gone?<br>Mine own! mine own! Yet cruel hands have barter'd thee for gold,<br>And torn thee, with a ruthless grasp, forever from my hold!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Margaret+Chandler">Elizabeth Margaret Chandler</a></strong> from <em><a href="http://sources.citatepedia.com/from.php?a=Elizabeth+Margaret+Chandler&d=Poetical+Works">Poetical Works</a></em></div>

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