Others weary of the noise, Mothers play with girls and boys. Others scold because we fell, Mothers "kiss and make it well." Others work with patient will, Mothers labor later still. Others' love is more or less, Mothers love with steadiness. Others pardon, hating yet; Mothers pardon and forget. Others keep the ancient score, Mothers never shut the door. Others grow incredulous, Mothers still believe in us. Others throw their faith away, Mothers pray, and pray, and pray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLNEY HYMNS: 18. LOVEST THOU ME? by WILLIAM COWPER THE LIGHT OF STARS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE HIRED MAN by EVA K. ANGLESBURG PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 69. AL-MAKUTADIR by EDWIN ARNOLD TO WISDOM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD WHO SEEKS THE KING by LARENE KING BLEECKER WRITTEN WITH A PENCIL AT KENMORE, TAYMOUTH by ROBERT BURNS |