The poem tells a story of a youth who pleads with his maiden fair to prove his love for her. She asks him to bring her the heart of his dear mother. The youth does so without hesitation, taking his mother's heart. As he runs through the rain to return to his maiden, he slips and falls, injuring himself. Still clutching his prize, he hears a voice comforting him - it is his mother's heart speaking to him from his hand.
The poem tells a story of a youth who pleads with his maiden fair to prove his love for her. She asks him to bring her the heart of his dear mother. The youth does so without hesitation, taking his mother's heart. As he runs through the rain to return to his maiden, he slips and falls, injuring himself. Still clutching his prize, he hears a voice comforting him - it is his mother's heart speaking to him from his hand.
The poem tells a story of a youth who pleads with his maiden fair to prove his love for her. She asks him to bring her the heart of his dear mother. The youth does so without hesitation, taking his mother's heart. As he runs through the rain to return to his maiden, he slips and falls, injuring himself. Still clutching his prize, he hears a voice comforting him - it is his mother's heart speaking to him from his hand.
The poem tells a story of a youth who pleads with his maiden fair to prove his love for her. She asks him to bring her the heart of his dear mother. The youth does so without hesitation, taking his mother's heart. As he runs through the rain to return to his maiden, he slips and falls, injuring himself. Still clutching his prize, he hears a voice comforting him - it is his mother's heart speaking to him from his hand.
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A BALLAD OF A MOTHER’S HEART A BALLAD OF A MOTHER’S HEART
By: Jose La Villa Tierra By: Jose La Villa Tierra
The night was dark, The night was dark,
For the moon was young, For the moon was young, And the Stars were asleep and rare, And the Stars were asleep and rare, The clouds were thick, The clouds were thick, Yet youth went out, Yet youth went out, To see his Maiden fair. To see his Maiden fair. Dear one, Dear one, He pleaded as he knelt before her He pleaded as he knelt before her feet in tears, feet in tears, My love is true, My love is true, Why have you kept me waiting all Why have you kept me waiting all this years? this years? The maiden looked at him. The maiden looked at him. Unmoved it seemed, Unmoved it seemed, And whispered low. And whispered low. Persistent Youth, Persistent Youth, You have to prove by deeds, You have to prove by deeds, Your love is true. Your love is true. “There’s not a thing “There’s not a thing I would not do for you, Beloved” said I would not do for you, Beloved” said he, he, “Then go,” said she “to your mother “Then go,” said she “to your mother dear, dear, And bring her heart to me.” And bring her heart to me.” Without another word, Without another word, Youth left and went to his mother Youth left and went to his mother dear. dear. He opened her breast and took her He opened her breast and took her heart! heart! But he did not shed a tear. But he did not shed a tear. Then back to his Maiden fair, Then back to his Maiden fair, He run unmindful of the rain. He run unmindful of the rain. But his feet slipped, And he fell But his feet slipped, And he fell down, down, And loud, he groaned in pain. And loud, he groaned in pain. Still in his hand he held the prize, Still in his hand he held the prize, That would win his Maiden’s hands. That would win his Maiden’s hands. But he thought of his mother dear, But he thought of his mother dear, So kind, so sweet, so fond. So kind, so sweet, so fond. And then, And then, He heard a voice! He heard a voice! Not from his lips, Not from his lips, But all apart! But all apart! “Get up!” it said, “Get up!” it said, “Were you hurt, Child?” “Were you hurt, Child?” It was his mother’s heart. It was his mother’s heart.