FILLED with his words of truth and right, Her heart will break or cry: A woman's cry bursts forth in might Of loving agony. "Blessed the womb, thee, Lord, that bare! The bosom that thee fed!" A moment's silence filled the air, All heard the words she said. He turns his face: he knows the cry, The fountain whence it springs— A woman's heart that glad would die For woman's best of things. Good thoughts, though laggard in the rear, He never quenched or chode: "Yea, rather, blessed they that hear And keep the word of God!" He would uplift her, not rebuke. The crowd began to stir. We miss how she the answer took; We hear no more of her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY LOVE'S GUARDIAN ANGEL by WILLIAM BARNES IRELAND; A SEASIDE PORTRAIT by JOHN JAMES PIATT THE THREE HERMITS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE WHEELING WORLD by JAMES ROBERT ALLEN LOVE AFTER SORROW by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE THRACIAN by VINCENT BOURNE UNIVERSAL GOOD, THE OBJECT OF THE DIVINE WILL; AND EVIL by JOHN BYROM |