The poem
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.