Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MATER DOLOROSA, by GRACE MADELON FRAME

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MATER DOLOROSA, by            
First Line: A little maid at play
Last Line: Through all eternity.
Subject(s): Girls; Mothers

A little maid at play
Her sweet face
Full of pathos far beyond her years,
Bent over a battered doll
In grave solicitude.
"My baby's sick!" she whispered.
And her voice, tremulous and low,
Was ominous of grief to come.
Ah ... embryo mother,
Sweet Madonna child,
The maternal spark, inborn
Needs nothing but the bare excuse
To kindle forth and burn
Through all eternity.

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