FILLED with his words of truth and right, Her heart will break or cry: A woman's cry bursts forth in might Of loving agony. "Blessed the womb, thee, Lord, that bare! The bosom that thee fed!" A moment's silence filled the air, All heard the words she said. He turns his face: he knows the cry, The fountain whence it springs— A woman's heart that glad would die For woman's best of things. Good thoughts, though laggard in the rear, He never quenched or chode: "Yea, rather, blessed they that hear And keep the word of God!" He would uplift her, not rebuke. The crowd began to stir. We miss how she the answer took; We hear no more of her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAST SONNET (REVISED VERSION) by JOHN KEATS AMERICA by SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH THE WIDOW TO HER HOUR-GLASS by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD FORGETFULNESS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH HONOUR'S MARTYR by EMILY JANE BRONTE |