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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOTHERHOOD, by ABBY S. HINCKLEY
First Line: She softly sings, and paces to and fro
Last Line: And, like a tender parent, pitieth.
Subject(s): Mothers
First Line: She softly sings, and paces to and fro
Last Line: And, like a tender parent, pitieth.
Subject(s): Mothers
SHE softly sings, and paces to and fro,
Patient, unwearied, bearing in her arms
The fretful, sickly child, with all his harms,
Deformed and imbecile, her love and woe,
Croons, with caressing intonation, low,
Some sweet, old minor melody, that charms
The ear that listens, and the sufferer calms
And her own sorrow soothes with silver flow.
O, holy tenderness of motherhood!
Most pitiful and patient to the child,
Foolish, unlovely, seemingly defiled
By powers of death and darkness. The All Good
Alone, so loveth and remembereth,
And, like a tender parent, pitieth.
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