 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
MOTHER AND CHILD
Mother and Child! There is no holier sightIn all the realms of morning and of night;
And all the meaning of that word, Divine,
Shines in the tender glory of this sign.
The world learns Worship here; it kneels in awe,
Seeing a mystery, knowing a mighty law.
Sin cannot live in presence of this grace,
No least unworthiness perplex the place.
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For Love and Loveliness would cast it out.
Were prophet voices still, the heavens brass,
Here would a new Evangel come to pass;
Out from the dark a rose-leaf hand would leap,
Close to the Eternal Throne the ancient world to keep.
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