I LOVE THEE.
’Tis sweet, when first the infant’s voice
Lisps to the parent of his joys,
Words like no other;
And says,—as a bright, radiant smile
Lights up his countenance the while—
“I love thee, mother.”
’Tis sweet, to watch that mother’s eye
Beam, like a star in yonder sky,
Radiant, though mild;