We search the world for truth; we cull
The good, the pure, the beautiful,
From graven stone and written scroll.
And all old flower-fields of the soul;
And, weary seekers of the best,
We come back laden from the quest,
To find that all the sages said
Is in the Book our mothers read.
--John Greenleaf Whittier
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ha!
I like your blog because it keeps introducing me to poems/poets I've never heard of. this one might have to go in the next mother's day card.
Fish,
Thanks for the comment. I've been gone a while. Yes, pefect for Mother's Day. Good idea.
what dose this poem mean? someone pleas explain!!
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