To thee in spring we bring our honours due,And time itself brings tribute ever new;
O thou who filled our lives with every grace,We cannot match the honour of thy place;
God honoured motherhood with tenderness,And gave the father mercy's kind address;
The mother is a school that shapes a nation,And sets the highest model's elevation;
Her blessings in each seed shall still abide—That truth among us shall be known worldwide;
Show mercy when her years begin to wane—Neglect her not, lest sin be thy refrain;
Her children's joy is all a mother's sight—Our faith hath taught us contentment's true delight;
When she grows old, be thou her strength and stay—Who wrongs his mother is bereft for aye.