| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | II. Her Visits to Her Mother’s Grave | | By Frederick Tennyson (1807–1898) |
| | | OFTTIMES I mark thee, while the village tower | |
| Takes the first glow of the new-risen morn, | |
| Bending among the tombs like one forlorn; | |
| There is thy mother’s grave; there, sun or shower, | |
| Art thou, and there is cherished every flower | 5 |
| She loved the best; and ’t is thy secret trust | |
| That in the blossoms springing from her dust | |
| Lives something of her to this very hour. | |
| There, on the Sabbath days, mayst thou be seen | |
| The first of all, the last to linger there; | 10 |
| Sweet memories of her virtues come between | |
| Thy whispered words, and mingle with thy prayer; | |
| And aged women, doomed to endless toil, | |
| Stay by the porch, and weep with thee, or smile. | | | | |
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