Under the sky without a stain <br />The long, ripe, rippling of the grain; <br />Light, broadcast from the golden oats <br />Over the blackberry fences floats. <br />Madonna sits in a cedar chair <br />Tranquillized by the warm, still air; <br />One of the angels asleep on her knee <br />Under the shade of an apple tree. <br />The other angel holds a doll, <br />Covered warm in a tiny shawl; <br />The toy is supposed to be fast asleep <br />As the sister angel: in dimples deep <br />The grave, sweet charm on the baby face <br />Repeats the look of maturer grace <br />That hovers about Madonna's eyes, <br />One of the heavenly mysteries <br />From far ethereal latitudes <br />Where neither doubt nor trouble intrudes. <br />Ponder here in the orchard nest <br />On the truth of life made manifest: <br />The struggle and effort was all to prove <br />That the best of the world is home and love.<br /><br />Duncan Campbell Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/madonna-with-two-angels/
