Poems of Progress by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
page 86 of 107 (80%)
page 86 of 107 (80%)
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Looked through and through the pattern and found not
One single great emotion of the heart. LORD, SPEAK AGAIN When God had formed the Universe, He thought Of all the marvels therein to be wrought And to His aid then Motherhood was brought. 'My lesser self, the feminine of Me, She will go forth throughout all time,' quoth He, 'And make My world what I would have it be. 'For I am weary, having laboured so, And for a cycle of repose would go Into that silence which but God may know. 'Therefore I leave the rounding of My plan To Motherhood; and that which I began Let woman finish in perfecting man. 'She is the soil: the human Mother Earth: She is the sun, that calls the seed to earth. She is the gardener, who knows its worth. 'From Me, all seed, of any kind must spring. |
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