The Influence Of The Affections
by James Nack
The beautiful humanities
Of Nature in the simplest dress,
Speak to our sweetest sympathies
Far more than language can express.
I saw a ragged little boy
Run to a withered dame's embrace,
To welcome her with bounding joy,
And fondly press her haggard face.
Her shabby garment to his eyes
Is rich; her withered face is fair;
For they are hers -- and she supplies
His perished mother's love and care.
The world is full of pain and harm,
And life at best is little worth;
Yet pure affection is a charm
That almost makes a heaven of earth.
Source:The Romance Of The Ring, And Other Poems.
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