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The preface states the poems were "Printed, not Published" for distribution among "friends and relatives" who already know the authoress, making any explanation of "the circumstances under which the poems were produced" or "the animus prompting" seem "superfluous" [3]. This private context likely allows for more direct and unguarded emotional expression, as the poet writes for a sympathetic audience that shares her personal losses and faith. In "On Our Way, Sorrowing," the intense grief over a "sad world and weary" with "bleeding heart and aching brow" and the longing for death as rest ("Released from sorrows we would be, / And find ourselves at rest with Thee") [1] can be expressed without concern for public decorum or broad appeal.
If intended for a wider public audience, the poem might have softened its raw despair or added more universal consolation. The private context also explains the deeply personal focus on family sorrows, such as the mother's grief in "Graves" over a "lone infant" or a "thankless child" [2], and the intimate address to "Dormie darling" in another poem [4]. The passages confirm the private distribution but do not directly compare how this context alters…
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← Graves Poems by Marcia Jane Eaton "On our way, Sorrowing" Christmas Hymn → 4561140 Poems — "On our way, Sorrowing" Marcia Jane Eaton "ON OUR WAY, SORROWING." O H a sad world and weary, Is this in which we live; Its paths are dark and dreary, And piercing thorns they give, As toiling on our way we go, With bleeding heart and aching brow. The seasons in their rolling, Lament for pleasures fled— The church-bell, in its tolling, Bewails the passing dead— And sunny smiles and sparkling eyes But show where hidden sorrow lies. To earth, our common mother, We equally do tend, Yet brother parts…
← Is it well with the Child? Poems by Marcia Jane Eaton Graves "On our way, Sorrowing" → 4561139 Poems — Graves Marcia Jane Eaton GRAVES. S AD is the grave where the lone infant sleeps, Wrapt in soft grasses, or radiant with flowers, Where tearful, the grief-stricken mother still keeps The vigil unceasing through wearisome hours— Sad, for the little mound tells of a hope, That was blasted ere its full growth was attained, Of a love, bleeding, wounded by dregs from the cup, Which, pressed to the lips, must ever be drained. But sadder 'twould be, for that mother to weep O'er the infant…
For works with similar titles, see Poems . ← Poems ( 1876 ) by Marcia Jane Eaton → related portals : Poetry , American literature 4561086 Poems 1876 Marcia Jane Eaton POEMS. BY Mrs. MARCIA JANE EATON Printed, not Published. BALTIMORE: STEAM PRESS OF WM. K . BOYLE & SON. 1876. CONTENTS. COMPILER'S PREFACE. T HIS little volume of Poems is printed by consent of the Authoress, first solicited and obtained, for distribution amongst her numerous friends and relatives, as also those of the Compiler; to all of whom it may literally be said, to be DEDICATED , and by whom it is confidently…
dearest child, That though a glorious spirit, thou art near me, With gentle soothing, striving still to cheer me— Oh! but to hear the softly breathed "Mother" Whispered by lips, with music like none other— Oh! but to feel thine arms' slight pressure round me Whose sweetest and most welcome fetters bound me, And read the love unspoken, Dormie darling, In thy pure eyes, my child. My life is dark and lonely, Dormie darling, I'm lonely now, my child— For the blest radiance from thy presence beaming, Lighting the future with such glorious seeming, Went out with thee, and stricken down I'm…
e joyous songs of praise, That fill the heavenly dome, Heed they the broken strains that rise Within their earlier home? Ah, well they loved us once, and through The yearning love we feel, Which time and death cannot efface, We know they love us still; And when our bark at last is launched On that dark river's tide, Their faithful hearts will welcome us, Their loving arms will guide; And sure the heavenly life itself Will seem more deeply blest, While greeting those we left in tears, When entering into rest. Oh happy thoughts! oh glorious dreams! They haunt me evermore, As I sit within the…
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- How does the Compiler's Preface, particularly its assertion that "each poem tells its own story, and, together, they clearly evince the high character and noble inner life of the Authoress," resonate with or challenge the emotional landscapes presented in "On Our Way, Sorrowing" and "A Mother's Birth-Day Gift"?
- What distinct emotional truths about human experience does each poem—"On Our Way, Sorrowing" and "A Mother's Birth-Day Gift"—explore, and how do they, despite their differences, contribute to a comprehensive understanding of Marcia Jane Eaton's perspective?
- If you were to explain the core message and the author's primary concerns in "On Our Way, Sorrowing" to someone unfamiliar with the text, what specific imagery or phrases would you highlight to convey its emotional depth and the proposed solution to life's sorrow?
- Analyze the contrast between the mother's perspective on time and growth in "A Mother's Birth-Day Gift" and the broader lament about the passage of seasons and "pleasures fled" in "On Our Way, Sorrowing." What does this tell you about the multifaceted nature of human experience as depicted by Eaton?