THE moon upon the wide sea <br />Placidly looks down, <br />Smiling with her mild face, <br />Though the ocean frown. <br />Clouds may dim her brightness, <br />But soon they pass away, <br />And she shines out, unaltered, <br />O'er the little waves at play. <br />So 'mid the storm or sunshine, <br />Wherever she may go, <br />Led on by her hidden power <br />The wild see must plow. <br /> <br />As the tranquil evening moon <br />Looks on that restless sea, <br />So a mother's gentle face, <br />Little child, is watching thee. <br />Then banish every tempest, <br />Chase all your clouds away, <br />That smoothly and brightly <br />Your quiet heart may play. <br />Let cheerful looks and actions <br />Like shining ripples flow, <br />Following the mother's voice, <br />Singing as they go.<br /><br />Louisa May Alcott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mother-moon/
