Yet was there one sweet happiness that blesses
The life of woman, which to me came not.
'I knew the hope of motherhood; a season
I felt a fluttering heart beat 'neath my own;
A little cry--then silence. For that reason
I dare, to you, my only wish make known.
The babe who grew to angelhood in heaven,
I never watched unfold from child to man.
And so I ask, that unto me be given
That motherhood, which was God's primal plan.
'All womankind He meant to share its glories;
He meant us all to nurse our babes to rest.
To croon them songs, to tell them sleepy stories,
Else why the wonder of a woman's breast?
He must provide for all earth's cheated mothers
In His vast heavens of shining sphere on sphere,
And with my son, there must be many others -
My spirit children who will claim me here.
'Fair creatures by my loving thoughts created -
Too finely fashioned for a mortal birth -
Between the borders of two worlds they waited
Until they saw my spirit leave the earth.
In God's great nursery they must be waiting
To welcome me with many an infant wile.
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