Mother with the golden hair,
Mother still young and fair;
Gazing at your baby dear,
Heaven seems to you most near.
God who made the glowing flowers,
God who made the woodland bowers,
God who is so wise and good,
Gave the gift called motherhood.
Lovely are the birds of flight,
Glorious are the stars of night:
Far more beautiful than they,
Is this gift for mortals’ day.
Mother, count your blessings, try;
Blessings money could not buy:
Children romping with their toys,
Mothers’ love, and mothers’ joys.
Motherhood has brought to you
Blessings for your whole life through;
Motherhood has made you mother, –
You’d not change for any other.
Mother, slow sweet years will pass,
Baby will become a lass;
You must meet the mother’s test;
Motherhood should have your best.
You can take the selfish road,
Shun the mother’s heavy load:
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