The Mother's Pride

By James Nack

Yes, she is beautiful indeed!
The soft blue eyes, the golden hair,
The brow where pleasant thoughts we read,
The radiant smile, the winning air,
The cherub form of perfect grace,
Whose fairy steps in music glide --
And oh! that sweet, that heavenly face!
Well may she be her mother's pride!

Yet may she nobler pride awake
Than all external charms impart;
'T is not alone for beauty's sake
We hold her in our inmost heart --
Her sunny soul, her spotless mind,
Where comes no thought to shun or hide,
Her artless love, her feelings kind,
Have made her more her mother's pride.

Then come to me, my blue-eyed child,
And bending o'er my shoulder, fling
Thy golden tresses, rolling wild,
In many a soft and sunny ring!
Look up in fondness to my face,
And thine upon my bosom hide, --
Close -- closer, to my heart's embrace,
My sweetest joy! -- my fondest pride!