Classic Poem

As is a mother's love,
Unchanging true and pure
And as the stars that light the night,
Unquenchable and sure —
As is a mother's love,
Tho' all the world despise,
For him who slept upon her breast,
She lives, and loves, and dies —
As is a mother's love,
In danger, pain, or woe,
A healing balm for ev'ry wound,
And shield from ev'ry foe —
As is a mother's love,
When lost her erring child,
To seek him out in stormy days,
And midnights dark and wild —
As is a mother's love,
Of all earth-gifts the best,
Till life as found beyond the grave,
Its haven and its rest —

So is love, the wondrous love
That bled upon the tree,
And in the light of heaven's throne
Pleads now for you and me.