The sons of many other mothers
Have pink and white cheeks just as fair,
And wealth of gold and brown locks waving;
But none can with my boy compare!
Oft in the distance with his comrades
I see him coming, while afar,
Among the whole group shining radiant
As when from gray clouds gleams a star!

When merry songs in neighb’ring woodlands
Ring forth like sweet bells, pure and clear,
I hear but one mid all the voices, —
My son’s alone doth reach my ear!
And when a ball in happy play-time
Flies upward to the very roof,
I know that my own boy’s hand flung it, —
Of his young strength a joyous proof!

When fifteen more brief years have fleeted,
The vision ye will see with me,
As slender as a green young fir-trunk
He stands beneath the apple-tree!
E’en now his bright, clear eyes uplifted
The radiant sunshine strive to bear:
Yes, there are sons of other mothers,
But none can with my boy compare!



See:
Karl Schrattenthal (ed.) (pseudonym of Carl Karlweis, or Karl Franz Joseph Weiss); Mary J. Safford (translator), Poems by Johanna Ambrosius, Boston: Roberts Brothers, 1896, pp.127-128

Notes by Andrew Guild:
This poem is by Johanna Ambrosius, who was born in Lengwethen, Eastern Prussia, in 1854, and died in 1939.
Usually I would give a link to the relevant page on the English-language Wikipedia, but no such page exists for this poetess, as yet; however, there is a page on Johanna Ambrosius in the German-language Wikipedia (and here is the Google Translate version).

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