Nature the Gentlest Mother by Ernst Bacon Lyrics

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