Classic Poem

The very skies wee black with shame,
As near my moment drew;
The very hour before you cam
I felt I hated you.
II
But now I see how fair you are,
How divine your eyes,
It seems I step upon a star
To leap to Paradise.
III
What care I who your father was:
('Twas better no to know);
IV
You're mine and mine alone because
I love and love you so.
V
What though you only bear my name,
I hold my head on high;
For none shall have a right to claim
A right to you but I.
VI
Because I've borne a human life,
I'm worthier, I know,
Than those who flaunt the name of wife,
And have no seed to show.
VII
I have fulfilled, I think with joy,
My women's destiny;
And glad am I you are a boy,
For you will fight for me.
VIII
And maybe there will come a day
You'll bear a famous name,
And men will be ashamed to say:
"He was a child of shame."
IX
A day will dawn, divinely free,
With love in every breast,
When every child will welcome be,
And every mother blest.
X
When every women, wed or no,
Will deem her highest good
On grateful mankind to bestow
The Gift of Motherhood.