(Mrs. Booth is speaking.) After such pain this child against my breast! Oh what a cunning head and little face! What coal black hair! You have begun to feed! Look, doctor, how he feeds -- why look at him, He is a little man! Is not God good To give me such a baby? Well, I think You will be something noble in this world, And something great, you precious little man! His daddy wants to name him John Wilkes. I Would name him Junius Brutus to hand down His father's glory and perhaps his art. Look, doctor, is it not a miracle That God performs, this little life from mine, This beauty out of love! I pray to God To bless you, little John, if that's your name. A colored mammy read the coffee grounds, And says he will be famous, rich and great -- He may be so. I know he will be good. Look at that darling face -- it must be so! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE TO SIR ROBERT WALPOLE (1) by HENRY FIELDING MUTABILITY (2) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY CHARACTERS: JOHN AIKEN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE PATH by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE HAPPY LITTLE WIFE by PHOEBE CARY |