WHAT strange presentiment, O Mother, lies
On thy waste brow and sadly-folded lips,
Forefeeling the Light's terrible eclipse
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I think this is a great poem of hope, and deserves much better than the 5.3 user rating given by the 34 voters so far!
beautiful poem, beautiful message of love and hope that only a mother can truly generate. A voiceless, indescribable strength presented so elegantly. I enjoy the pure emotion behind this piece.