Madonna
He gazed, the little vagrant lad,
On the Madonna's gentle face;
And all his wistful visage sad
Renewed its infant grace:
He gazed, reluctant to depart,
Then kissed her, shyly, as he stood—
Ah, wondrous Art! his lonely heart
But yearned to motherhood!
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Mine and Thine (1904)
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
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