(Mrs. Booth is speaking.) After such pain this child against my breast! Oh what a cunning head and little face! What coal black hair! You have begun to feed! Look, doctor, how he feeds -- why look at him, He is a little man! Is not God good To give me such a baby? Well, I think You will be something noble in this world, And something great, you precious little man! His daddy wants to name him John Wilkes. I Would name him Junius Brutus to hand down His father's glory and perhaps his art. Look, doctor, is it not a miracle That God performs, this little life from mine, This beauty out of love! I pray to God To bless you, little John, if that's your name. A colored mammy read the coffee grounds, And says he will be famous, rich and great -- He may be so. I know he will be good. Look at that darling face -- it must be so! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRY OF THE CHILDREN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO WORDSWORTH by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS ENVOY, TO 'MORE SONGS FROM VAGABONDIA' by RICHARD HOVEY SONNET: 110 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE OLD TRAMP by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THANKS TO SIR WALTER by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |