Poems (Toke)/Sonnet (Ye bring your portion to the world with ye)
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E bring your portion to the world with ye, Sweet helpless ones!—that yearning tenderness Which thrills parental hearts, when first they blessThe new-born heirs of immortality!Oh! passing strange, methinks, the mystery Of that deep love & mother's bosom feels,When the first feeble wail of infancy Upon her ear in plaintive murmur steals:A voice responsive wakes within her then; And if, perchance, her firstborn once she thoughtWas loved as none could ever be again, Yet each in turn its own new love has brought;And though that one had seemed her heart to fill,Yet room is there for all, and equal fondness still!
SONNET.

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March 31, 1842.