And so acknowledged with a tremulous joy
Felt to the centre of that heavenly calm[693]
With which by nature every mother's soul
Is stricken in the moment when her throes
Are ended, and her ears have heard the cry
Which tells her that a living child is born;
And she lies conscious, in a blissful rest,
That the dread storm is weathered by them both.
"The Father—him at this unlooked-for gift
A bolder transport seizes. From the side