Sweet and pure as you see him now.
Ah, for ever your baby will
Be, in fond mem’ry, your baby still!
Other mothers are happy today
Kissing their darling’s tears away,
Looking far out in the world so wide,
Swelling their mother-heart with pride;
For they see their child to manhood grown—
Proud are they to call him their own;
Dreaming dreams of all he shall be—