Her poem poignantly describes Mary’s feelings at both the birth and the death of her son and then expresses how contemporary women feel when they see their own children struggle:
O beautiful mother Mary, O mother of croonings low,
Did you know more bliss in each fond kiss
Than we common mothers know?
His baby step she taught him, she put him gaily down
And laughed with pleased, low laughter when his fingers clutched her own.
She taught him his first ‘Our Father,’ and as he lisped the prayer,
She bended her face till her lips found place In the soft sheen of his hair.
O beautiful mother Mary, O Woman of women wise,
Did you see the End? Or did Father send
A kindly veil for your eyes?
She watched him grow into boyhood, with innocent eyes like his own
That wept when He came into manhood and the Load He must carry alone.
For the way of the Hill was heavy, and the Cross on the Hill was high
And ’twas hard to look where whose sins He took were lusting to see Him die!
We see our children bleeding; we see our sons go wrong
We sense our own soul’s weakness and pray to be made strong.
And so when the holly reddens, and the white on the brown earth lies
And Christmas cheer is in the air, The mother in us cries:
O Son of beautiful Mary, O JESUS of Galilee,
Let her spirit pure in our hearts outpour That our babes may grow like Thee!
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