Hast thou sounded the depths of yonder sea, 
And counted the sands that under it be ? 
Hast thou measured the height of heayen above? 
Then may’st thou mete out a mother’s love. 
Hast thou talked with the blessed of leading on 
To the throne of God some wandering son ? 
Hast thou witnessed the angel’s bright employ ? 
Then may’st thou speak of a mother’s joy. 
Hast thou gone with the traveller in thought, afar, 
From pole to pole, and from star to star ? 
Thou hast; but on ocean, earth, or sea, 
The heart of a mother has gone with thee. 
There is not a grand, inspiring thought. 
There is not a truth by wisdom taught. 
There is not a feeling pure and high. 
That may not be read in a mother’s eye. 
There are teachings on earth and sky and air. 
The heavens the glory of God declare; 
But louder than voice beneath, above. 
He is heard to speak in a mother’s love. 
Mrs. Hemans. 
