A Mother's breast: 
Safe refuge from her childish fears, 
From childish troubles, childish tears, 
Mists that enshroud her dawning years! 
see how in sleep she seems to sing 
A voiceless psalm--an offering 
Raised, to the glory of her King 
In Love: for Love is Rest. 


A Darling's kiss: 
Dearest of all the signs that fleet 
From lips that lovingly repeat 
Again, again, the message sweet! 
Full to the brim with girlish glee, 
A child, a very child is she, 
Whose dream of heaven is still to be 
At Home: for Home is Bliss.