Classic Poem

When sunset brought the hour of contemplation,
Held in her mother's arms and lifted high,
Their babe was given to God in consecration
Before the splendour of the western sky.
The mother's heart, heroic, strong and glad,
With all the earth and heaven, communion had.

The matchless music of those tendernesses
That earth's afflictions to oblivion roll
Soon hushed the little heart with dream-caresses
And filled with wonder its immortal soul.
The child was sweet as all such flowers are,
But being his babe too, 'twas dearer far.

The mother's voice was to her child revealing
A store of memories for the coming years;
She sang of life and loveliness with feeling
Of joy so great it sometimes spoke through tears.