English poem
A SONG OF THE MOTHER
by Robert Winkworth Norwood (1874–1932)
I am Life! Love only precedes Me!
Long ere the pollen grew gold on the bee Flitting from flower to flower, Laden with honey; Long ere the song of the bird Chorused back to the choirs of winds Coming down from earth's altars, the hills; Long ere the lamb bleated back to the dam Through the void and the waste Of the upland pastures: Love found Me and I found Love!
On my breast have I carried the Soul, Have laid him to rest at the end of a day With a dream and a song through the dream! How oft he has risen— Awaked at my word, Reclothed by my hand! How oft have I let him go free To the toys and the tasks, While he grew in stature and wisdom! Dear is my Son in the strength of his great growing Godhood!