26.05.2007, 14:15
Domestic
It smiles! Around its dimpling mouth see play
The first glad token of a dawning love,
Like the bright glow of newly-wakening day,
Or some new glory breaking from above.
It smiles! O rapture! and the mother’s heart
Beats with quick pleasure its bright gleem to see,
Springing from dawning consciousness, whose part
In after years her crowning joy may be.
There’s not a bright creation under heaven,
There’s not a pure in heaven or in earth,
There’s not an ecstasy to mortals given,
There’s not a thing of most exalted worth,
Can, in a mother’s plenitude of joy,
Excel that first smile of her darling boy!
It smiles! Around its dimpling mouth see play
The first glad token of a dawning love,
Like the bright glow of newly-wakening day,
Or some new glory breaking from above.
It smiles! O rapture! and the mother’s heart
Beats with quick pleasure its bright gleem to see,
Springing from dawning consciousness, whose part
In after years her crowning joy may be.
There’s not a bright creation under heaven,
There’s not a pure in heaven or in earth,
There’s not an ecstasy to mortals given,
There’s not a thing of most exalted worth,
Can, in a mother’s plenitude of joy,
Excel that first smile of her darling boy!