THE purest thing I know in all earth's holding Is mother love, her precious child enfolding; Yet when the mother's footstep feeble groweth, As sweet the child love then which round her floweth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 16 by JAMES JOYCE BEFORE DAWN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL DEAF HOUSE AGENT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOSEPH DIXON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS REMBRANDT TO REMBRANDT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |