Mother – Thy love with thy baby is so true that has got such a hue,

which has got no end,

There again I pursue out a view,

Though which your love has a clue.

That doesn’t seem to be ending ever.

Why should I consider thee as inferior, Because thou have a vivid affection.

What I quoth in thy praise was just an effort of admiring thee through the lines of a few.

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