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Beautiful mother is busy all day, / So busy she neither can sing nor say; / But lovely thoughts, in a ceaseless flow, / Through her eyes, and her ears, and her bosom go -- / Motion, sight, and sound, and scent, / Weaving a royal, rich content.
When night is come, and her children sleep, / Beautiful mother her watch doth keep; / With glowing stars in her dusky hair / Down she sits to her music rare; / And her instrument that never fails, / Is the hearts and the throats of her nightingales.