The Justified Mother of Men
Behold a woman!
She looks out from her Quaker-cap — her face is clearer and more beautiful than the sky.
She sits in an arm-chair, under the shaded porch of the farmhouse,
The sun just shines on her old white head.
Her ample gown is of cream-hued linen:
Her grandsons raised the flax and her granddaughters spun it with the distaff and wheel.
The melodious character of the earth,
The finish beyond which philosophy cannot go, and does not wish to go.
The justified mother of men.
She looks out from her Quaker-cap — her face is clearer and more beautiful than the sky.
She sits in an arm-chair, under the shaded porch of the farmhouse,
The sun just shines on her old white head.
Her ample gown is of cream-hued linen:
Her grandsons raised the flax and her granddaughters spun it with the distaff and wheel.
The melodious character of the earth,
The finish beyond which philosophy cannot go, and does not wish to go.
The justified mother of men.
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