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Mothers of men -- the words are good indeed in the saying, / Pride in the very sound of them, strength in the sense of them, then / Why is it their faces haunt me, wistful faces as praying / Ever some dear thing vanished and ever a hope delaying, / Mothers of Men?
Mothers of Men, most patient, tenderly slow to discover / The loss of the old allegiance that may not return again. / You give a man to the world, you give a woman a lover -- / Where is your solace then when the time of giving is over, / Mothers of Men?
Mothers of Men, but surely, the title is worth the earning. / You who are brave in feigning must I ever behold you then / By the door of an empty heart with the lamp of faith still burning, / Watching the ways of life for the sight of a child returning, / Mothers of Men?