Many a summer the grass has grown green,

Blossomed and faded, our faces between;

Yet with strong yearning and passionate pain

Long I to-night for your presence again.

Come from the silence, so long and so deep—

Rock me to sleep, mother—rock me to sleep.

Over my heart, in the days that are flown,

No love like mother-love ever has shone;

No other worship abides and endures—

Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours;