THE CONSTANCY OF MOTHER'S LOVE

In every clime and every place,
One common action binds the race;
From tropics to the Arctic snows -
Mother's touch on baby's face!

In hut of mud or towered castle,
Aloof from mankind's harried hassle,
In mother's touch the infant knows
Contentment; There to feed and nestle.

While kingdoms rise and nations fall,
One thing is constant through it all,
Like the tide that ebbs and flows -
The mother answers baby's call.

In Russian Steppe and Pacific Isle,
In time of peace and time of trial;
It always prospers and it grows -
This love of mother for her child.

Amid the changing daily scene,
One thing is like it's always been;
Mother's love has and does
Protect from all things dark and mean.

From tropics to the Arctic snows,
It always prospers and it grows,
Mother's love provides the link,
Constant still through weal and woes.

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