So, let me wrap you in a blanket shawl,
And veil your face in woollen, when at all
You meet the air. Here in my arms is best
The curtained bedroom where your elders rest;
So shall I guard you from a draught, and so
A mother’s instinct-guided love I’ll show.
Young earnest mind at work!
Each sense attends
To teach you life’s approaching foes and friends;
Eye, ear, nose, tongue, and ever ready hand,