Look on Thy Mother's face, That miracle of grace, O Son Divine! That, bending, she may see A greater mystery Revealed in Thine. Without Thee, she had been Nor Mother Blessed nor Queen; Nor wouldest Thou, Her lowliness apart, Have borne the Human Heart Thou bearest now. Lo! earth and heaven -- the footstool and the throne Of Him who bowed obedient to thy sway, What time in lowly Nazareth, unknown, He led of life the long-sequestered way -- Pause, till their tongues are tutored of thine own, "Magnificat" in wondering love to say. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS MISTRESS by ROBERT HERRICK THE BLUE-FLAG IN THE BOG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY JACK CREAMER [OCTOBER 25, 1812] by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE STILL, STILL WITH THEE by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE TENNYSON by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE OUTCAST by HELEN MCCRORY ARENDELL EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS |