Poems (Toke)/Sonnet (Ye bring your portion to the world with ye)

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4623795Poems — SonnetEmma Toke
SONNET.
YE bring your portion to the world with ye,Sweet helpless ones!—that yearning tendernessWhich thrills parental hearts, when first they blessThe new-born heirs of immortality!Oh! passing strange, methinks, the mysteryOf that deep love & mother's bosom feels,When the first feeble wail of infancyUpon 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!
E.

March 31, 1842.