It's a song of love and triumph, it's a song of toil and care,

It is filled with chords of pathos, and it's set in notes of prayer;

It is bright with dreams and visions of the days that are to be,

And as strong in faith's devotion as the heart-beat of the sea;

It is linked in mystic measure to sweet voices from above,

And is starred with ripest blessing thro' a mother's sacred love.

O sweet and strong and tender are the memories that it brings,

As I list in joy and rapture to the song my mother sings!


GILBERT PARKER