Hast thou the infant seen that yet,
unknowing of the love
Which warms and cradles, calmly
sleeps the mothers heart above-
Wandering from arm to arm, until
the call of passion wakes,
And glimmering on the conscious
eye-the world in glory breaks?
And hast thou seen the mother there
her anxious vigil keep?
Buying with love that never sleeps
the darlings happy sleep?
With her own life she fans and feeds
that weak lifes trembling rays,
And with the sweetness of the care,
the care itself repays.
And dost thou Nature then blaspheme-that
both the child and mother
Each unto each unites, the while
the one doth need the other?-
All self-sufficing wilt thou from
that lovely circle stand-
That creature still to creature
links in faiths familiar band?
Ah! darst thou, poor one,
from the rest thy lonely self estrange?
Eternal power itself is but all
powers in interchange!
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