The Courage That My Mother Had



    Edna St. Vincent Millay



    The courage that my mother had

    Went with her, and is with her still:

    Rock from New England quarried;

    Now granite in a granite hill.



    The golden brooch my mother wore

    She left behind for me to wear;

    I have no thing I treasure more:

    Yet, it is something I could spare.


    Oh, if instead she’d left to me



    The thing she took into the grave!—

    That courage like a rock, which she

    Has no more need of, and I have.


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