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Nature, the gentlest mother, / Impatient of no child, / The feeblest or the waywardest, -- / Her admonition mild
In forest and the hill / By traveller is heard, / Restraining rampant squirrel / Or too impetuous bird.
How fair her conversation, / A summer afternoon, -- / Her household, her assembly; / And when the sun goes down
Her voice among the aisles / Incites the timid prayer / Of the minutest cricket, / The most unworthy flower.
When all the children sleep / She turns as long away / As will suffice to light her lamps; / Then, bending from the sky
With infinite affection / And infiniter care, / Her golden finger on her lip, / Wills silence everywhere.