FIRST to the feet of Pain she bore The man his mother comforteth. Oh childless mothers, pass before! Whommothers less, And mothers more, Who spared them breath, Your little tearless children bless. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE LEAVES by HAYDEN CARRUTH OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN NOBODY'S LOOKIN' BUT DE OWL AND DE MOON (A NEGRO SERENADE) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON VICTOR RAFOLSKI ON ART by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NEGRO'S TRAGEDY by CLAUDE MCKAY |