MOTHER MOON
Louisa May Alcott (1832-1888)
Clouds may dim her brightness,
But soon they pass away.
As the tranquil evening moon
Looks on that restless sea,
So a mother’s gentle face,
Little child, is watching thee.
Then banish every tempest,
Chase all your clouds away,
That smoothly and brightly
Your quiet heart may play.
Let cheerful looks and actions
Like shining ripples flow,
Following the mother’s voice,
Singing as they go.
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