THE days, the doubts, the dreams of pain br Are over, not to come again, br And from the menace of the night br Has dawned the day-star of delight: br My baby lies against me pressed-- br Thus, Mother of God, are mothers blessed! br br br His little head upon my arm, br His little body soft and warm, br His little feet that cannot stand br Held in the heart of this, my hand. br His little mouth close on my breast-- br Thus, Mary's Son, are mothers blessed. br br br All dreams of deeds, all deeds of day br Are very faint and far away, br Yet you some day will stand upright br And fight God's foes, in manhood's might, br You--tiny, worshipped, clasped, caressed-- br Thus, Mother of God, are mothers blessed. br br br Whatever grief may come to be br This hour divine goes on for me. br All glorious is my little span, br Since I, like God, have made a man, br A little image of God's best-- br Thus, Mary's Son, are mothers blessed. br br br Come change, come loss, come worlds of tears, br Come endless chain of empty years; br They cannot take away the hour br That gives me You--my bird, my flower! br Thank God for this! Leave God the rest!-- br Thus, Mother of God, are mothers blessed.