I should be happy with my lot:
A wife and mother-is it not
Enough for me to be content?
What other blessing could be sent?
A quiet house, and homely ways,
That make each day like other days;
I only see Time's shadow now
Darken the hair on baby's brow!
No world's work ever comes to me,
No beggar brings his misery;
I have no power, no healing art
With bruised soul or broken heart.
I read the poets of the age,
'Tis lotus-eating in a cage;
I study Art, but Art is dead
To one who clamors to be fed
With milk from Nature's rugged breast,
Who longs for Labor's lusty rest.
O foolish wish! I still should pine
If any other lot were mine.
Nameless Pain
Elizabeth Stoddard
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Poem topics: baby, hair, happy, heart, house, mother, nature, power, time, wife, work, world, soul, shadow, milk, cage, foolish, broken, lotus, quiet, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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