And rose-bud mouth, just meet for kisses too.
Her very helplessness doth plead for love;
Yet of no sudden growth mine own hath been,
Taught by an instinct springing from above,
The mother loves her child, although unseen.
And ere her large, soft eyes had seen the light,
I longed to clasp her to my yearning heart
For then I knew what rapturous delight—
Pure, strong, deep mother-love, can aye impart.
Mine is a love-lit and love-guarded path;