Dress you in wide, confining folds of white,
Cover you warmly, hold you close, and so
A mother’s instinct-guided love I’ll show!
Mysterious little frame!
Each organ new
And learning swiftly what it has to do!
Thy life’s bright stream—as yet so newly thine—
Refreshed by heaven’s sunlit air divine;
With what delight you breathe in rosy ease
The strengthening, restful, blossom-scented breeze!