A woman-in so far as she beholdeth Her one Beloved's face; A mother-with a great heart that enfoldeth The children of the Race; A body, free and strong, with that high beauty That comes of perfect use, is built thereof; A mind where Reason ruleth over Duty, And Justice reigns with Love; A self-poised, royal soul, brave, wise and tender, No longer blind and dumb; A Human Being, of an unknown splendor, Is she who is to come! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ITINERANT POET'S ROAD SONG by KAREN SWENSON THE TWO APRIL MORNINGS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE YOUTH OF MAN by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE MISSIONARY by CHARLOTTE BRONTE LINES ADDRESSED TO DR. DARWIN; AUTHOR OF THE BOTANIC GARDEN by WILLIAM COWPER |