"Never too tired to hear or heed
The slightest cry of her children's need;
Never impatient in look or word,
By what tender thoughts her heart is stirred.
Through nights of watching and busy days,
Unwearied, she asks no need of praise;
For others spending and being spent,
She finds therein her sweet content.
Though decked in no robes of silken sheen,
In her small domain she walks a queen;
Outshining far the costliest gem.
A spirit meek is her diadem.
Though fortune frown, she is brave of heart,
No selfish thought in her life has part;
Patient and trustful though storms may lower;
A faithful friend in life's darkest hour."