Small things are best;
Grief and unrest
To rank and wealth are given;
But little things,
On little wings,
Bear little souls,
To Heaven.
Don’t insist
To have your way;
Nor cry
For toys you see;
Learn to see things mother’s way,
And happy you will be.
For there is no friend
Like a mother,
In calm or stormy weather,
To cheer one on the tedious way,
To fetch one if one goes astray.
So, love but few and simple things,
Simple life much comfort brings.
To enjoy bright and sunny days,
Listen to what mother says:
“Always place in God your trust,
Will and do
What is right and true.
Let your soul be brave and just;
Show the poor a humble mind
And then…
You shall Lord’s favour find!”