Mother's Love

What makes faint blushes softly creep
Into the young bride's fair soft cheek each day?
What makes the tender tears drop down
Upon each tiny cap or gown she lays away?
What makes the new light in her eyes
Where once was laughter undisguised,
When her kind young husband kneels beside his bride
And their first born infant is laid by her side?
'Tis the light that comes with it from heaven above
The glorious light of Mother's love.