Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PUREST THING I KNOW IN ALL EARTH'S HOLDING, by ANONYMOUS Last Line: As sweet the child love then which round her floweth Subject(s): Mothers | ||||||||
THE purest thing I know in all earth's holding Is mother love, her precious child enfolding; Yet when the mother's footstep feeble groweth, As sweet the child love then which round her floweth. | 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 TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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