Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE MOTHER, by LOUISE BEECHER CHANCELLOR



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THE MOTHER, by            
First Line: I am the faith of little lives
Last Line: For else my little ones may sink beneath life's stormy wave.
Subject(s): Mothers


I am the faith of little lives
That make my thoughts their own.
The spoken word, perhaps half heard,
Rests not with me alone,
But into circles widening ever shall have grown.

I am the joy of little hearts,
And who more proud should be?
They love to rest upon my breast
And stand beside my knee:
Like cherubs of the masters old, they turn their eyes to me.

I am the hope of little souls,
And who should be more brave?
From reefs ahead that all hearts dread
The mother-love must save,
For else my little ones may sink beneath life's stormy wave.





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