THE MOTHER - Charles I Poems


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I am the pillars of the house;
     The keystone of the arch am I.
Take me away, and roof and wall
     Would fall to ruin utterly.

I am the fire upon the hearth,
     I am the light of the good sun.
I am the heat that warms the earth,
     Which else were colder than a stone.

At me the children warm their hands;
     I am their light of love alive.
Without me cold the hearthstone stands,
     Nor could the precious children thrive.

I am the twist that holds together
     The children in its sacred ring,
Their knot of love, from whose close tether
     No lost child goes a-wandering.

I am the house from floor to roof.
     I deck the walls, the board I spread;
I spin the curtains, warp and woof,
     And shake the down to be their bed.

I am their wall against all danger,
     Their door against the wind and snow.
Thou Whom a woman laid in manger,
     Take me not till the children grow!