Little groping hands that must learn the weight of labour, Little eyes of wonder that must learn to weep; Mother is thy life now: that shall be to-morrow -- Time enough for trouble -- time enough for sorrow -- Now ... sleep. Little dumb lips that shall wake and make a woman, Little blind heart that shall know the worst and best; Mother is thy love now: that shall be hereafter -- Time enough for joy, and time enough for laughter -- Now ... rest. Little rosy body, new-born of pain and beauty, Little lonely soul new-risen from the deep; Mother is thy world now, whole and satisfying -- Time enough for living -- time enough for dying -- Now ... sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLAT-HUNTER'S WAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD VARIATIONS: 11 by CONRAD AIKEN ESTRANGEMENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO W.E.B. DUBOIS - SCHOLAR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RAINY SEASON by CLARENCE MAJOR |