<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383523" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Motherhood</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mary,the Christ long slain,passed silently,<br>Following the children joyous astir<br>Under the cedrus and the olive tree,<br>Pausing to let their laughter float to her--<br>Each voice an echo of a voice more dear,<br>She saw a little Christ in every face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then came another woman gliding near<br>To watch the tender life which filled the place.<br>And Mary sought the woman's hand and spoke:<br>' I know thee not, yet know thy memory tossed<br>With all a thousand dreams their eyes evoke<br>Who bring to thee a child beloved and lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">' I ,too, have rocked my Little One.<br>And He was fair !<br>Oh, fairer than the fairest sun <br>And , like its rays through amber spun,<br>His sun-bright hair.<br>Still I can see it shine and shine.'<br>Even so, the woman said, 'was mine.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">' His ways were ever darling ways'-<br>And Mary smiled -<br>So soft, so clinging ! Glad relays<br>Of love were all His precious days.<br>My Little Child !<br>My vanished star ! My music fled ! '<br>' Even so was mine,' the woman said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Mary whispered : Tell me, thou<br>Of thine.' And she :<br>' Oh, mine was rosy as a bough<br>Blooming with roses, sent, somehow,<br>To bloom for me !<br>His balmy fingers left a thrill<br>Deep in my breast that warms me still. '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then she gazed down some wilder,darker hour,<br>And said -when Mary questioned, not knowing :<br>Who art thou, mother of so sweet a flower?'--<br>' I am the mother of Iscariot.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eleanor+Agnes+Lee">Eleanor Agnes Lee</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383523" data-title="Motherhood de Eleanor Agnes Lee" data-description="Mary,the Christ long slain,passed silently, Following the children joyous astir Under the cedrus and the olive tree, Pausing to let their laughter float to her-- Each voice an echo of a voice more dear, She saw a little Christ in every face. Then..."></div> </div> </div>

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