I WILL shut these broken toys away Under the lid where they mutely bide; I will smile in the face of noisy day, Just as if baby had never died. I will take up my work once more, As if I had never laid it down; Who will dream that I ever wore Motherhood's regal, holy crown? Man's way is hard and sore beset; Many may fall, but few can win. Thanks, dear Shepherd! my lamb is safe,-- Safe from sorrow, and safe from sin. Nevertheless, the way is long, And tears leap in the light of the sun; I'd give my world for a cradle-song, And a kiss from baby--only one. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH: FOR MY GRANDMOTHER by COUNTEE CULLEN TO JOHN KEATS, POET, AT SPRING TIME by COUNTEE CULLEN TASTING THE EARTH by JAMES OPPENHEIM CARELESS LINES ON LABOUR by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 25. AL-MUHIZZ by EDWIN ARNOLD SHIPS AT SUNSET by STANLEY E. BABB |