And we feel each other praying
Over what the flowers are saying
As we sing.
We were waiting, we were growing, glad of heart and strong of soul,
Like the peace and power of all these virgin lands;
Through the years of holy maidenhood with motherhood for goal—
And soon we shall be holding
Fruit of all life’s glad unfolding
In our hands.
White-robed mothers, flower-crowned mothers, in the splendor of their youth,