And yet the child is her special care;
Whatever befalls, she’s the mother there.
Nor Monday nor Sunday this mother misses
To give its bath and its white dresses.
She plays and sings, makes wagons and things,
And on a holiday, plays with it all the day.
Wondering, the old folks gaze,
But to God they give the praise.
So the servant never rests,
But the night her spirit tests.