He wore his fatherhood with awe. A wistful, shy surprise Was in his heart; and hands achieved A gentleness, nowise Instinct before. He thrilled to touch Of groping hand, and smile, So fleeting, sweet, it slipped away To fairyland, the while. The marvel of this entity— This miracle from space— Grew day by day, and knit him close To all the human race. He yearned for higher reaches now; Winged feet scarce touched the sod; Through brooding parenthood, he sensed The Fatherhood of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO A HUMAN HEART by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD HOHENLINDEN by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE LONELY DEATH by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY ELEGIAC STANZAS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ON THE LATE S.T. COLERIDGE by WASHINGTON ALLSTON TO MRS. FRANCES-ARABELLA KELLY by MARY BARBER |