A Mother's Lament
by Robert Burns
For the death of her son.
Fate gave the word, the arrow sped,
And pierc'd my darling's heart;
And with him all the joys are fled
Life can to me impart.
By cruel hands the sapling drops,
In dust dishonour'd laid:
So fell the pride of all my hopes,
My age's future shade.
The mother-linnet in the brake
Bewails her ravish'd young;
So I, for my lost darling's sake,
Lament the live-day long.
Death, oft I 've fear'd thy fatal blow.
Now, fond, I bare my breast,
Oh, do thou kindly lay me low
With him I love, at rest!
Notes to the poem:
The poet says:
'The Mother's Lament' was composed partly with a view to Mrs. Fergusson of Craigdarroch,
and partly to the worthy patroness of my early unknown muse, Mrs. Stewart of Afton.
Source:The Poetical Works Of Robert Burns
Ward, Lock, and Co., Ltd