FROM out the font of being, undefiled, A life hath been upheaved with struggle and pain; Safe in her arms a mother holds again That dearest miracle -- a new-born child. To moans of anguish terrible and wild -- As shrieks the night-wind through an ill-shut pane -- Pure heaven succeeds; and after fiery strain Victorious woman smiles serenely mild. Yea, shall she not rejoice, shall not her frame Thrill with a mystic rapture! At this birth, The soul now kindled by her vital flame May it not prove a gift of priceless worth? Some saviour of his kind whose starry fame Shall bring a brightness to the darkened earth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOUNTAIN VALLEY by MALCOLM COWLEY HAIL TEESSIDE! by CECIL DAY LEWIS IN THE STREETS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER IF by EDWARD JAMES MORTIMER COLLINS DREAMS (2) by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR WAR AND WASHINGTON by JONATHAN MITCHELL SEWALL |