The Washington herald., 1910-02-13
THE RIB"

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Might bloom, the dry seed quicken
And God touched Adam, and removed
rib
And down his nerves he felt a quici
agony
Like tree which the blast has shiv
cred.
Then thrO his blood peace ran
Like the sunlight on a flowing river:
An the pangs and blisses. all the pathos
All the hope and fear, all the dlgnit!
and expectation
IOf man. came into Adam, and he cried
Behold. l am human
And while Re stood dreaming of deeI
mysteries.
stammering with pride and quiveHnl
with JOY.
He called. who is this that breathe,
thro' my BREATH
And as a flower seeking the sun a
Woman turned her face toward him.
Her voice broke thro' the hushed still
ness
Like d sweet wind on a summer tide
Thro' the boughs of the Garden she came
With admiration. reverence. fear. and
worship
She lifted up her soul 20 Adam
And hnew the power Of love.
And she sought for what was true.
Not for what was false in the man,
That made him for a little while
Spring up to her full height, capabnity
and resolution,
Which in undetermined men bends be.
fore the
Presence OF a woman whose love
For him shall make her sacred
And she stood before him strong. per
feet
Beautiful with the mark of God upon her
And ali the Garden was bathed in glad
ness
And great JOY
The sound Of her breathing mingled
With the music Of the birds,
And Adam read in her face
Unutterable love. and he beheld the sur
Rise up and battle the world in light
With words OF love she drew near and
kissed him.
And Adam knew the completion and ful.
fllment
OF his life
So fair and sweet she was as she
Lay enfolden in the shadow OF Adam.
arms.
And she lifted her cup Of gold to hi.
mouth
And voices came thro' the whispering
woods
And from the singing OF the birds.
And all the voices of sound in the gar
den
Blended. and the woman
Became the world of life.
And she put all her trust in the man
So oyer-souled was She she knew not
The baser from the nobler.
She could not tame this weak man
With her prayers or tears "Oh. thou
Of hearts the weakest"
She cried. and the flowers murmured ir
their sleep.
And she fed the Garden.
The sun broke thro' the clouds and
dropped
Slowly on the grass that held the dew
And the angels made the grass
| Into 2 sacramento cup. and the dew
! Filled II and the woman drank OF IT,
And she was caught IN a cloud of glory
And the angels drew her back into
heaven
And there was great JOY. and they said
To her: Thou shalt be a radiator OF
light
Thro' all life; thou shalt be to man a.
the sun;
I Thou shalt be one for whom all time
! Shall he merged into a song Of love.
And upon whom all tender thoughts
OF imagination shall be brought to bear
For the future joy Of man"
/ And she drifted about in the clouds,
And Adam saw the vision of his lost
delight
The woman who had been his queen
his goddess.
/ His love, the aim of his existence.
/ Who had built his life into a throne.
Who sat at the helm of his soul
And made it tremulous with soft in.
| 1uence;
Who bore the burden q hts sin, misery
and shame,
And out OF the vast richness Of her
| nature
Forgave him with all true self-sacrifice
! So, vision of love, smiles. and tears
She drifted back 10 earth and became
The pilot of mans fate, thro' all eter-
| nifty.
A divine presence in a world divine,
set as a seal' on mans life and heart
And God wrought out a beautiful poem
And called it Motherhood" and said
NO man can ever come as close TO the
| throne
As woman" and woman became the
mother of Christ,
| The mother of the world, and God made
Every man start his life with the
pulse of
Woman beating in his veins. born Of her.
/ with her,
/ As God so arranged it out of woman's
glory
! And sustenance.
The living stream of every mans spirit
| But for her stimulous, his arm would be
| nerveless.
There is no sweetness in the breath of
evening.
! No speculation in the stars of night.
| No glory in the day without woman,
| Beside whom a man is but a lamp
/ Without a light, body without a soul.
| Woman. made from mans rib,
Without whom he wanders homeless.
hopeless;
His light, his darkness, his herbs, his
wine,
His blood his life, his voice, his wings;
| Who makes him ell he is and all he is
not
! Who clings to him closer and closer
With a warped instinct of fidelity
For the very sorrow and suffering ii
entails