Augustin S. Macdonald, comp. A Collection of Verse by California Poets. 1914.
By Richard RealfTo Mrs. M
On the birth of her first child
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Of mother-marvel at your child’s first cry;
When you looked up and saw him standing by,
Leaning the strong unspeakable utterness
Of all his soul upon you; when you smiled,
And your weak lips strove mightily to frame
To a new song your new life’s oriflamme,
And presently the infinite words, “Our child,”
Made a most musical murmur, as of breath
Breathed by a poet’s spirit—did you know
The babe’s slight moan, that seemed so faint and low,
Was God’s voice speaking from dear Nazareth,
Covering you up with that white light that lay
On Mary and her young Christ in the hay?