Here you will find thePoemComfortof poet Katharine Tynan
Now she need dread no more to grow Too old for him, she need not know The bitterness when he who was All hers turns to some younger face, And she his mother stands aside, Bidding her heart be satisfied. She need not to her own heart say, 'Fool, to be jealous! Now give way. The young are for the young, and all The new things are but natural. Cast no least shadow on his feast; Be glad just to be second best.' She need not to her chill heart tell She's loved a different way, but well. And like that bird who leans her heart Upon a thorn to ease its smart Turn to the child who's taken his love So that her darling son approve. Now she's no longer dispossessed -- For second best's but second best -- He's hers for all Eternity And she his one felicity. Her little son, as when he lay Small in her arms one heavenly day.
