HE who had all else Heaven and earth Could give Him, till His human Birth He had no mother though He had His Father's love, secure and glad; Yet He made mothers for delight Of the small babes in the cold night. He saw how well His hand had made Her bosom for the baby's head, How tender are her arms to fold The shivering thing in a soft hold, And how her voice goes hush-a-loo, Rocking the cradle to and fro. He has had all these for content. For three-and-thirty years has leant On a fond heart that fails Him not. He is in the fiery chariot: The clouds have ta'en Him and the wind. @3But His sweet Mother's left behind!@1 What's wrong with Heaven? His Father's there, The brooding Dove's aloft in air, Heaven's as it was, serene, unflawed. For the first time the Heart of God, Lately made Man, hath little ease, For loneliness, for loneliness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BALLAD OF TREES AND THE MASTER by SIDNEY LANIER THE WAVING OF THE CORN by SIDNEY LANIER KNEE-DEEP IN JUNE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY A HOUSE by JOHN COLLINGS SQUIRE FIFTY FAGGOTS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS PRAYER FOR THIS HOUSE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ODE; SUNG BY THE CHILDREN OF THE PUBLIC SCHOOLS by W. T. ADAMS |