WITH what angelic countenance She wonders as she sits alone, With tender fear, and musing glance Because a life is in her own. Ah! if a woman should be loved 'T is when she hears the silent voice, 'T is when an unknown life has moved Her soul to fear and to rejoice. 'T is when amidst life's blithesome scenes, A something speaks she cannot hear, And quells her spirit till it dreams The sacred thing she is to bear. Ah! what is needed most to bless The weary waiting of the time! Love's duty rendered tireless To cheer her holy state sublime; A tender presence that would teach Her more than laws of science could; That, life belongs to each and each, To Fatherhood and Motherhood! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...L'EAU DORMANTE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LILIES: 18. A PICTURE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) FROM A DUSTY SHELF by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT COMOS by ADRA CAROLINE BATCHELDER ANNIVERSARIUM BAPTISMI (5) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE AVENUE by GEORGES BOUTELLEAU |