Motherhood (Dalsheimer)

MOTHERHOOD.

Two little arms around my neck, In artless, fond caressing; Two little lips upon my own Sweet baby-kisses pressing; Two sparkling eyes that beam with love Which knows no doubt or fearing; A cooing voice that whispers soft Some lisping words endearing: These, these the spells that banish care, Life's sweetest solace bringing, And gratefully I clasp the joy From motherhood upspringing.