I WILL shut these broken toys away Under the lid where they mutely bide; I will smile in the face of noisy day, Just as if baby had never died. I will take up my work once more, As if I had never laid it down; Who will dream that I ever wore Motherhood's regal, holy crown? Man's way is hard and sore beset; Many may fall, but few can win. Thanks, dear Shepherd! my lamb is safe,-- Safe from sorrow, and safe from sin. Nevertheless, the way is long, And tears leap in the light of the sun; I'd give my world for a cradle-song, And a kiss from baby--only one. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JIM, WHO RAN AWAY FROM HIS NURSE, AND WAS EATEN BY A LION by HILAIRE BELLOC FORGIVENESS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE VACANT CAGE (1) by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER THE ANGEL OF PATIENCE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SOME ACCOUNT OF A NEW PLAY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE EPITAPH OF RAPHAEL by PIETRO BEMBO |