Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MOTHER'S WORK, by MARY FRANCES MARSHALL BUTTS



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MOTHER'S WORK, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: If thy work be holding dimpled cheeks of babies to thy
Last Line: Innocent as birds in the dewy boughs of maytime.
Subject(s): Mothers


IF thy work be holding dimpled cheeks of babies to thy breast,
Fashioning small garments where the needle moves to inward tune,
Stitching dainty scallops for a little rounded wrist,
Or knitting a silk sheathing for feet as soft as roseleaves,
Count thyself a sister of the gentle Judean woman,
Mother of a Saviour! How knowest thou the outcome
Of this beauteous bud of home? With thee lies the unfolding.

Make thy garden fragrant with tender self-denying.
With love purged pure by prayer, woo the opening blossom.
Thine a holy business set thee by the Father;
All its pains rewarded by gifts of honeyed kisses,
And angel looks that babies bring from heaven,
Clasping of soft arms, and murmuring of lovers
Innocent as birds in the dewy boughs of Maytime.





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