Hast thou sounded the depths of yonder sea,

And counted the sands that under it be?

Hast thou measured the height of heaven above?

Then may’st thou mete out a mother’s love.

Hast thou talked with the blessed of leading on

To the throne of God some wandering son?

Hast thou witnessed the angel’s bright employ?

Then may’st thou speak of a mother’s joy.

Evening and morn hast thou watched the bee

Go forth on her errands of industry.