Naturethe Gentlest Mother is,
Impatient of no Child
The feeblestor the waywardest
Her Admonition mild
In Forestand the Hill
By Travellerbe heard
Restraining Rampant Squirrel
Or too impetuous Bird
How fair Her Conversation
A Summer Afternoon
Her HouseholdHer Assembly
And when the Sung go down
Her Voice among the Aisles
Incite the timid prayer
Of the minutest Cricket
The most unworthy Flower
When all the Children sleep
She turns as long away
As will suffice to light Her lamps
Then bending from the Sky
With infinite Affection
And infiniter Care
Her Golden finger on Her lip
Wills SilenceEverywhere