Hast thou the infant seen that yet, unknowing of the love <br />Which warms and cradles, calmly sleeps the mother's heart above-- <br />Wandering from arm to arm, until the call of passion wakes, <br />And glimmering on the conscious eye--the world in glory breaks? <br /> <br />And hast thou seen the mother there her anxious vigil keep? <br />Buying with love that never sleeps the darling's happy sleep? <br />With her own life she fans and feeds that weak life's trembling rays, <br />And with the sweetness of the care, the care itself repays. <br /> <br />And dost thou Nature then blaspheme--that both the child and mother <br />Each unto each unites, the while the one doth need the other?-- <br />All self-sufficing wilt thou from that lovely circle stand-- <br />That creature still to creature links in faith's familiar band? <br /> <br />Ah! dar'st thou, poor one, from the rest thy lonely self estrange? <br />Eternal power itself is but all powers in interchange!<br /><br />Friedrich Schiller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-philosophical-egotist/
