Blossom and glow and bloom and bloom,
The time may come—the years of gloom.
Mother love can never die,
Her love has little wings that fly.
The sun by day, the moon by night,
God has created love and light.
And heat and cold, gentle rains and snow,
That blades of green again may grow.
Be glad for the day, dear heart of mine,
And the hands that clasp, and eyes that shine.
There is love in the heart for the birds that fly,
And even a leaf that falls down to die.
So keep your heart blooming full of love
In thankfulness, to heaven above.
The dear forget-me-not, modest and blue,
Is the flower that blooms in my heart for you.
The Three Bears.
I’ll tell you a story, children dear,
Of father and mother and baby bear;
They lived on a hill, in the hollow of a tree,
And were as happy as three could well be.