Patrick Henry Pearse

(10 November 1879 – 3 May 1916 / Great Brunswick / Ireland)

The Mother - Poem by Patrick Henry Pearse

I do not grudge them: Lord, I do not grudge
My two strong sons that I have seen go out
To break their strength and die, they and a few,
In bloody protest for a glorious thing,
They shall be spoken of among their people,
The generations shall remember them,
And call them blessed;
But I will speak their names to my own heart
In the long nights;
The little names that were familiar once
Round my dead hearth.
Lord, thou art hard on mothers:
We suffer in their coming and their going;
And tho' I grudge them not, I weary, weary
Of the long sorrow-And yet I have my joy:
My sons were faithful, and they fought.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 25, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, August 3, 2012


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