A SONG OF THE MOTHER

By Robert Winkworth Norwood

I am Life!

Love only precedes Me!

Long ere the pollen grew gold on the bee

Flitting from flower to flower,

Laden with honey;

Long ere the song of the bird

Chorused back to the choirs of winds

Coming down from earth's altars, the hills;

Long ere the lamb bleated back to the dam

Through the void and the waste

Of the upland pastures:

Love found Me and I found Love!

On my breast have I carried the Soul,

Have laid him to rest at the end of a day

With a dream and a song through the dream!

How oft he has risen —

Awaked at my word,

Reclothed by my hand!

How oft have I let him go free

To the toys and the tasks,

While he grew in stature and wisdom!

Dear is my Son in the strength of his great growing Godhood!