Christopher Morley (Кристофер Морли)

The Young Mother

Of what concern are wars to her,
    Or treaties broken on the seas?
Or all the cruelties of men?
    She has her baby on her knees.

In blessed singleness of heart,
    What heed has she for nations' wrath?
She sings a little peaceful hymn
    As she prepares the baby's bath.

As in a dream, she hears the talk
    Of mine, torpedo, bomb and gun—
She shudders, but her thoughts are all
    Encradled with her little son. 

1. Reading Aloud
2. Secret Laughter
3. Bayberry Candles
4. The Wakeful Husband
5. Light Verse

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