Thomas Gray on Mother's Day
1716–1771 England
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Dear, as the light that visits these sad eyes;
Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.
The Bard (1757)
O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move
The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.
The Progress of Poesy (1754)
When love could teach a monarch to be wise,
And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.
Daughter of Jove, relentless power,
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour
The bad affright, afflict the best!
The verse adorn again
Fierce War, and faithful Love,
And Truth severe, by fairy Fiction drest.
The Bard (1757)
The still small voice of gratitude.