I remember how in growing years, when fearful or alarmed,
I ran to mother's outstretched arms for comfort, and was calmed;
And as the years unfolded, still in hours of fear or stress,
Like as in childhood's troubled days, I sought her tenderness;
O mother heart, in comfort's art, where can I find your counterpart!
"As one whom his mother comforteth, so will I comfort you."
It is the voice of Love I hear, and hope springs up anew
As now I see that thoughts of God a consolation hold,
Reflected in that mother love which comforted of old.
O heaven-sent, sweet solacement! Held in His peace I am content.
