The noblest life oft hath, for warp and woof,
      Small, steady-running threads of daily
          care;
Where patient love, beneath some lowly
          roof,
      Its poem sweet is weaving unaware.

And soft and rich and rare the web shall be.
      O wife and mother, tender, brave and
      true,
Rejoice, be glad ! and bend a thankful knee
      To God, who giveth thee thy work to do.

^__Ellen P. Allerton.