To 'The Pioneer Mother' Poem by Jewell Miller

How long this senseless stone by bound by night,
And buffeted by every wind on high,-
Then workmen came, they salvaged it; the dry
Earth swept away and lifted it to sight.
A sculptor seized the marble, gleaming white,
Now ... stand away and watch his chisel fly!
What visioning to our arrested eye
Is now revealed, by genius brought to light.

A Mother Militant,- a pioneer
With radiant face set bravely to the West;
Her home unknown,- shall it be far ... or near?
She smiles, and shields the infant at her breast,
Beside her walks a man without a fear ...
Although he knows the hardships of their quest.