Whenever I look in her kind eyes
I think of the wide, still sky,
Where the breath of God like beauty lies,
And the clouds are sailing by.

Whenever her care-worn face I see,
Or feel her lips on mine,
I think of the tears she has shed for me,
Silently, without sign.

Whenever she holds me to her breast,
To still the aching pain,
My heart is lulled to a perfect rest
And—I am a child again!