<h2><SPAN name="page21"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>COMPLETION</h2>
<p class="poetry">When I shall meet God’s generous
dispensers<br/>
Of all the riches in the heavenly store,<br/>
Those lesser gods, who act as Recompensers<br/>
For loneliness and loss upon this shore,<br/>
Methinks abashed, and somewhat hesitating,<br/>
My soul its wish and longing will declare.<br/>
Lest they reply: ‘Here are no bounties waiting:<br/>
We gave on earth, your portion and your
share.’</p>
<p class="poetry">Then shall I answer: ‘Yea, I do
remember<br/>
The many blessings to my life allowed;<br/>
My June was always longer than December,<br/>
My sun was always stronger than my cloud,<br/>
My joy was ever deeper than my sorrow,<br/>
My gain was ever greater than my loss,<br/>
My yesterday seemed less than my to-morrow,<br/>
The crown looked always larger than the cross.</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page22"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
22</span>‘I have known love, in all its radiant
splendour,<br/>
It shone upon my pathway to the end.<br/>
I trod no road that did not bloom with tender<br/>
And fragrant blossoms, planted by some friend.<br/>
And those material things we call successes,<br/>
In modest measure, crowned my earthly lot.<br/>
Yet was there one sweet happiness that blesses<br/>
The life of woman, which to me came not.</p>
<p class="poetry">‘I knew the hope of motherhood; a
season<br/>
I felt a fluttering heart beat ’neath my
own;<br/>
A little cry—then silence. For that reason<br/>
I dare, to you, my only wish make known.<br/>
The babe who grew to angelhood in heaven,<br/>
I never watched unfold from child to man.<br/>
And so I ask, that unto me be given<br/>
That motherhood, which was God’s primal
plan.</p>
<p class="poetry">‘All womankind He meant to share its
glories;<br/>
He meant us all to nurse our babes to rest.<br/>
To croon them songs, to tell them sleepy stories,<br/>
Else why the wonder of a woman’s breast?<br/>
He must provide for all earth’s cheated mothers<br/>
In His vast heavens of shining sphere on sphere,<br/>
And with my son, there must be many others—<br/>
My spirit children who will claim me here.</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page23"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
23</span>‘Fair creatures by my loving thoughts
created—<br/>
Too finely fashioned for a mortal birth—<br/>
Between the borders of two worlds they waited<br/>
Until they saw my spirit leave the earth.<br/>
In God’s great nursery they must be waiting<br/>
To welcome me with many an infant wile.<br/>
Now let me go and satisfy this longing<br/>
To mother children for a little while.’</p>
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