LYRICS

—ON—

FREEDOM, LOVE AND DEATH


By

GEORGE FREDERICK CAMERON



 

Dedication.

TO

JESSIE SUTHERLAND CAMERON.



Oh, can there be in any word or line
     For mother-love a fitting recompense?—

     For mother-love immortal, or intense
As if it were immortal and divine,
     And more perceptible to the bodily sense?
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If recompense there be in word or phrase

     For such a love forever brimming o’er,
     Despising common tide-mark, common shore,
Watering the flowers about life’s desert ways
     And causing them to flourish more and more;—

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If recompense there be in poem or prose,

     I, who desire to know it, know it not:
     It lies beyond me still, though I have sought—
That I might pay thine own to thee—to close
     My hand upon it in the maze of thought.

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Yet, if I may not pay my debt complete,

     Still, as a slight percentage from me, take
     My love and this: a later wave may break
In richer ripples, mother, at thy feet:
     But,—take these now, and keep them for my sake!
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