To them
the process was the holy thing--and they meant to keep it holy.
But so far only Celis, her blue eyes swimming in happy tears,
her heart lifted with that tide of race-motherhood which was
their supreme passion, could with ineffable joy and pride announce
that she was to be a mother. "The New Motherhood" they called it,
and the whole country knew. There was no pleasure, no service,
no honor in all the land that Celis might not have had. Almost
like the breathless reverence with which, two thousand years ago,
that dwindling band of women had watched the miracle of virgin birth,
was the deep awe and warm expectancy with which they greeted this
new miracle of union.
All mothers in that land were holy. To them, for long ages,
the approach to motherhood has been by the most intense and exquisite
love and longing, by the Supreme Desire, the overmastering demand for
a child. Every thought they held in connection with the processes
of maternity was open to the day, simple yet sacred.
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