A Botticelli Madonna: III. The Loving Christ

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Title:     A Botticelli Madonna: III. The Loving Christ
Author: Ethel Allen Murphy [More Titles by Murphy]

The little hands returning wistfully
From birdlike wand'rings, ever come to rest,
On fostering hand on tender cheek or breast;
The upturned eyes, with loving certainty
Seek ever the grave face where broodingly,
The mother-soul by yearning love opprest,
With wings down-drooped, seems folded o'er the nest
Where lies the Hope of all humanity.
And she His World, and He her Calvary,--
He wraps her round with all the mystery
Of love predestined for earth's needy ones;
"Be comforted," it seems He fain would say,
"O mother mine, there dawns an Easter day,
And thou in me hast mothered many sons."

[The end]
Ethel Allen Murphy's poem: Botticelli Madonna: Iii. The Loving Christ

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