Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PROCESSION, by HELEN PURCELL ROADS First Line: Where thou, immortal mother, trod the way Last Line: The fullness of celestial victory. Subject(s): Mothers | ||||||||
Where thou, immortal Mother, trod the way From Truth's dethronement unto Calvary Beside the rood -- too blind with grief to see The Light beyond, too reft of hope to pray For mercy from the crowding enemy -- Uncounted women, destined to obey The call to sacrifice upon a day Of wrath, have followed, and will follow thee. As thou didst know few joys unmarred by strife, Few triumphs from soul-travail separate, So they must drink the mingled cup of life, And under star and cross in patience wait Upon the Lord, who share at last with thee The fullness of celestial victory. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS IN THE 25TH YEAR OF MY MOTHER'S DEATH by JUDY JORDAN THE PAIDLIN' WEAN by ALEXANDER ANDERSON BLASTING FROM HEAVEN by PHILIP LEVINE THE MILLION DOLLAR RAIN by HELEN PURCELL ROADS TO A LOUSE, ON SEEING ONE ON A LADY'S BONNET AT CHURCH by ROBERT BURNS |
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