I heard this morning 'Neath my window sill, The voices of small boys Loud and shrill, Arguing hotly, As urchins will. I listened musing, Till a clear voice rose, Silencing alike Both friends and foes. Echoing sure faith, "My Mom, she knows." I never have seen This mother's face, Yet I fancy her crowned, With a queenly grace. Poor she may be, Yet proud her place. No sweetest wind, That fortune blows, No crowd that cheers, Where her footstep goes, Can give fairer tribute, "My Mon, she knows." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTERIM by CLARISSA SCOTT DELANY GREEN SYMPHONY by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER CLOTHES DO BUT CHEAT AND COZEN US by ROBERT HERRICK HOMAGE TO QUINTUS SEPTIMIUS FLORENTIS CHRISTIANUS: TROY by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS A CHILD TO HIS SICK GRANDFATHER by JOANNA BAILLIE THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 9. VISION OF THE WORLD by T. BAKER AT FONT-GEORGES by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE |