Classic Poem

She wore the crown of wife and motherhood
With noble dignity. Her limpid gaze
Could see beyond the weakness of men's ways,
And yet all human things she understood.
Not of the world, yet in it, for she would
Respond to Love's demands—or blame—or praise—
And spent herself in each succeeding day's
Fair opportunity for doing good.
Her lips had quaffed the Sacramental Wine
Of High Communion from her childhood's faith;
Her eyes had early visioned the Divine
And found in Christ the Conqueror of death.
Serene amid the clamor and the strife
She bore the lily of a blameless life!