Poem October 24, 1903 Issue

The Mother-Love

BARNET TOLDRIDGE

As to the downy nest the spent bird flies
At sunset time; as to the waters gray
Moves glad the trusting ship whose purpose dies
Without its strong upholding; as the day
Goes joyfully to night's embrace at last,
And as the star, aweary far above
With its night-watching, hails the dawning vast—
So rests, so hides the world in mother-love!

As hovers o'er the soul the sense of deep,
Sweet mysteries here, afar revealed to be;
As the white wings of angels while we sleep
Enfold us warm; as round the naked tree
Its springtime mantle winds like green fire gleams;
As the seas' arms enclasp the shore impearled,
And 'round the earth the air, life-giving, streams,—
So mother-love encircles all the world!

BARNET TOLDRIDGE.
Washington, D. C., April 25, 1901.

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