Rock Me to Sleep, Mother

Over my heart in the days that are flown
No love like mother-love ever has shown;
No other worship abides and endures —
Faithful, unselfish and patient like yours,
None like a mother can charm away pain,
From the sick soul and the world-weary brain.
Slumber's soft calm o'er my heavy lids creep,
Rock me to sleep, mother—rock me to sleep.

— Elizabeth Akers,"Rock Me to Sleep, Mother", 3rd stanza