[Pg 12]

[Pg 12]

MOTHER AND THE BABY

Mother and the baby! Oh, I know no lovelier pair,

For all the dreams of all the world are hovering 'round them there;

And be the baby in his cot or nestling in her arms,

The picture they present is one with never-fading charms.

Mother and the baby—and the mother's eye aglow

With joys that only mothers see and only mothers know!

And here is all there is to strife and all there is to fame,

And all that men have struggled for since first a baby came.

I never see this lovely pair nor hear the mother sing

The lullabies of babyhood, but I start wondering

How much of every man to-day the world thinks wise or brave

Is of the songs his mother sang and of the strength she gave.

  "Mother And The Baby" From a drawing by W. T. Benda. 

"Mother And The Baby" From a drawing by W. T. Benda.

W. T. Benda

"Just like a mother!" Oh, to be so tender and so true,

No man has reached so high a plane with all he's dared to do.

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