THE MOTHER MOON
by: Louisa May Alcott (1832-1888)
- HE moon
upon the wide sea
- Placidly looks down,
- Smiling with her mild face,
- Though the ocean frown.
- Clouds may dim her brightness,
- But soon they pass away,
- And she shines out, unaltered,
- O'er the little waves at play.
- So 'mid the storm or sunshine,
- Wherever she may go,
- Led on by her hidden power
- The wild see must plow.
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- As the tranquil evening moon
- Looks on that restless sea,
- So a mother's gentle face,
- Little child, is watching thee.
- Then banish every tempest,
- Chase all your clouds away,
- That smoothly and brightly
- Your quiet heart may play.
- Let cheerful looks and actions
- Like shining ripples flow,
- Following the mother's voice,
- Singing as they go.
"The Mother Moon" is reprinted
from the Saturday Evening Gazette, August 23, 1856. |
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