Yes you desire a child, well this I know
And wish him all the things you see in me;
But out of wedlock, were we there to sow
Some precious life yet fatherless to be…
What will you tell him when he comes of age
And asks, ‘Where is he now? What is he like?
Does he not love me, what’s his Christian name?
Were we not worthy there to share his life?’
Such thoughts are but an arrow to my heart,
So too to yours, should you now muse a while;
Our selfish wants need here be set apart
Serving but ill where love must bless a child.
Hope writhes in pain sometimes on better choice,
I feel your tears, yet you hear not my voice.
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