THE child is the future, incarnate, The spirit unfallen and free, The spotless forerunner of manhood, The type of a race that shall be, O white is the soul new-created, By the prayer of a mortal beguiled, And the holiest thing under heaven Is the innocent heart of a child. And yet to no eye save the mother's Life's difficult secret is plain; She has sounded the deeps of creation, She has passed through the furnace of pain; Her soul is the soul of a virgin, By the passions of earth undefiled, And the angels in heaven do homage To the mother adoring her child! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVERS, AND A REFLECTION by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY GOLIATH AND DAVID by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE BOUGH OF NONSENSE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES HILL MAN'S BURIAL by LILLIAN M. (PETTES) AINSWORTH THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION: BOOK 3 by MARK AKENSIDE BROADWAY IN THE OZARKS: NIGHT by BETTY CORBETT BASSETT THE LAST MAN: EXTREME ACCLIVITY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |