Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE MOTHER, by ISABEL ECCLESTONE MACKAY


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First Line: Last night he lay within my arm
Last Line: To keep him safe from fear and harm!
Subject(s): Babies; Caregivers; Love; Mothers; Infants


LAST night he lay within my arm,
So small, so warm—a mystery
To which God only held the key—
But mine to keep from fear and harm!

Ah! He was all my own, last night,
With soft, persuasive, baby eyes,
So wondering and yet so wise,
And hands that held my finger tight.

Why was it that he could not stay—
Too rare a gift? Yet who could hold
A treasure with securer hold
Than I, to whom love taught the way?

As with a flood of golden light
The first sun tipped earth's golden rim
So all my world grew bright with him
And with his going fell the night—

O God, is there an angel arm
More strong, more tender than the rest?
Lay Thou my baby on his breast
To keep him safe from fear and harm!





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