Woman Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Woman



Shall she come down, and on our level stand?
Nay; God forbid it! May a mother's eyes-
Love's earliest home, the heaven of Babyland-
Forever bend above us as we rise.

Thursday, September 2, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: heaven,home,mother
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