no more can her quick ear be deafened to the little wail that echoes
pitiful within the chambers of her heart! When we remember the great
passion of motherhood, the intensity of the drama, the prolongation into
years of its deep interplots, we cannot marvel longer at the perennial,
lasting character of the mother's love. Given, the marvel, there is no
further marvel. Given life, the scientists say, there is no other
problem on this narrow world. And thus the marvel and the mystery never
grow less.