Mother, Whose face to me the rising sun That glad bespeaks each day begun; Whose rays of cheer the days unfold As tender blossoms on the wold; Your light of love beams ever true, That shines upon each day anew,Mother.
Mother, Whose soul to me a glowing star That through earth's clouds shines on afar; No more can we stars distance space Than Mother's loving heart replace With earthly wealth of human love; Your soul is from the Great Above,Mother.
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