Mother and the baby! Oh, I know no lovelier pair,
For all the dreams of all the world are hovering ’round them there;
And be the baby in his cot or nestling in her arms,
The picture they present is one with never-fading charms.
Mother and the baby—and the mother’s eye aglow
With joys that only mothers see and only mothers know!
And here is all there is to strife and all there is to fame,
And all that men have struggled for since first a baby came.
I never see this lovely pair nor hear the mother sing
The lullabies of babyhood, but I start wondering
How much of every man to-day the world thinks wise or brave
Is of the songs his mother sang and of the strength she gave.
‘Just like a mother!’ Oh, to be so tender and so true,
No man has reached so high a plane with all he’s dared to do.
And yet, I think she understands, with every step she takes
And every care that she bestows, it is the man she makes.
Mother and the baby! And in fancy I can see
Her life being given gladly to the man that is to be,
And from her strength and sacrifice and from her lullabies,
She dreams and hopes and nightly prays a strong man shall arise.
