WOMAN! the Power who left his throne on high, And deigned to wear the robe of flesh we wear, The Power that thro' the straits of Infancy Did pass dependent on maternal care, His own humanity with Thee will share, Pleased with the thanks that in his People's eye Thou offerest up for safe Delivery From Childbirth's perilous throes. And should the Heir Of thy fond hopes hereafter walk inclined To courses fit to make a mother rue That ever he was born, a glance of mind Cast upon this observance may renew A better will; and, in the imagined view Of thee thus kneeling, safety he may find. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXECUTION OF MONTROSE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN A HYMN FOR PROCESSION WITH CROSS AND BANNERS by SABINE BARING-GOULD JEPHTHA'S DAUGHTER by GEORGE GORDON BYRON MARY MAGDALENE by GEORGE HERBERT MAN, THE MAN-HUNTER by CARL SANDBURG |