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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MATER DOLOROSA, by MRS. M. E. PAULL
First Line: Because of one low-laid head all crowned
Last Line: So sacred--sweet!
Subject(s): Mothers
First Line: Because of one low-laid head all crowned
Last Line: So sacred--sweet!
Subject(s): Mothers
BECAUSE of one low-laid head all crowned
With golden hair,
Forevermore all fair young brows to me
A halo wear;
I kiss them reverently. Alas! I know
The pain I bear.
Because of dear, but close-shut holy eyes
Of heaven's own blue,
All little eyes do fill my own with tears--
Whate'er their hue;
And motherly I gaze their innocent
Clear depths into.
Because of little pallid lips which once
My name did call,
No childish voice in vain appeal, upon
My ears doth fall;
I count it all my joy their joys to share
And sorrows small.
Because of little dimpled hands
Which folded lie,
All little hands henceforth to me do have
A pleading cry;
I clasp them as they were small wandering birds
Lured home to fly.
Because of little death-cold feet, for earth's
Rough roads unmeet,
I'd journey leagues to save from sin or harm
Such little feet,
And count the lowliest service done for them
So sacred--sweet!
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