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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PROCESSION, by HELEN PURCELL ROADS
First Line: Where thou, immortal mother, trod the way
Last Line: The fullness of celestial victory.
Subject(s): Mothers
First Line: Where thou, immortal mother, trod the way
Last Line: The fullness of celestial victory.
Subject(s): Mothers
Where thou, immortal Mother, trod the way
From Truth's dethronement unto Calvary
Beside the rood -- too blind with grief to see
The Light beyond, too reft of hope to pray
For mercy from the crowding enemy --
Uncounted women, destined to obey
The call to sacrifice upon a day
Of wrath, have followed, and will follow thee.
As thou didst know few joys unmarred by strife,
Few triumphs from soul-travail separate,
So they must drink the mingled cup of life,
And under star and cross in patience wait
Upon the Lord, who share at last with thee
The fullness of celestial victory.
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