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 gunó She shudders, but her thoughts are all Encradled with her little son.
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