The happy day is over,
The household work is done.
The cares that fret the morning
Have faded with the sun
And in the tender twilight
I sit in happy rest
With my darling little baby
Asleep upon my breast.

While lids with golden fringes
Shut out the waning light
A little hand close folded
Holds mamma's finger tight
And in their soft white wrappings
At last in perfect rest
Two dainty feet are cuddled
Like birdies in the nest...

All hopes and love unworthy
Depart at this sweet hour
All pure and noble longings
Renew their holy power
For Christ who in the Virgin
Our motherhood has blest
Is near to ev'ry woman
With a baby on her breast...