Be Happy While You May

Do you ever think, young motlier, With your babe upon your breast, And your helpmeet close beside you, Iu bis sweet home taking rest - Do you ever stop to ponder, As the rosy minutes fly, On the sunshine all about you, As you siug your lullaby ? Oh ! take comfort, fair young mother, Heartfelt comfort, while you may, For in years to come your nestlings Will flnd wings and fly away; Then the sweet home ties will vanish, (Sons and daughters scattered wide,) While the eradle you are rocking Will, with tears, be laid aside. Prize your husband, happy mother, Faithf ui, trusting, brave and true 1 And above all other jewels, Prize the love he bears for you. Prize the blessed little children Who are calling you to-day ; Press them closely to your bo6om, And be happy while you may.