My God the Baby is That rests upon my knee. Into those eyes of His I gaze mine own to see. And He looks up to meet in mine Reflected all the love Divine. A Maid my mother is, And I a sireless Son. No other deed like this Has Love eternal done -- To make here motherhood for Me The mirror of Divinity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KEATS TO FANNY BRAWNE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 6. RUINS OF PAESTUM by SARA TEASDALE THE LAUGHERS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER SONNET: 129 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE YARROW UNVISITED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |