POEMS
THE CHILDLESS WOMAN
There is one spot unoccupied, And fenced from all apart,For Love hath built, for one denied A cradle in my heart!
There is a form forever near None others' eyes may see;And one sweet voice none others hear Is always calling me!
My empty arms one burden bear, For which there is no roomIn those so filled with toil and care For children in the home!
For countless blessings, rich and rife, My gratitude I bring,—But all the music in my life Retains one silent string!