One Dear Presence

…...Blest the Babe,
Nursed in his Mother's arms, who sinks to sleep
Rocked on his Mother's breast; who with his soul
Drinks in the feelings of his Mother's eye!
For him, in one dear Presence, there exists
A virtue which irradiates and exalts

-Excerpt from the The Prelude by William Wordsworth

Maternity, Eugene Carriere

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I enjoyed this podcast which discusses the beautiful poem The Prelude by William Wordsworth