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Couldst thou once hear the earnest tone
In which she speaks a firm command,
(A Medes' and Persians' law alone,
'Tis thus her word I understand);
And yet, so just is she, and true,
There is no room for thought of fear,
Nor, can I swerve with her for guide,
   My mother dear.

Couldst thou but love her as I've loved,
A love my other loves beyond,
Her depths of tenderness had proved
How firmly knit the precious bond;
My sunshine is her ready smile,
Her presence always I revere,
Away, my sky is overcast.
   My mother dear.

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The milestones flit! Is growing old
The passing of the years away?
The flower to me doth still unfold
More perfect beauty day by day;
Of self, her own, hath she no thought,
'Tis eve, how to others cheer,
And thus her youth eternal blooms,
   My mother dear.


THE CROSS BEFORE
Lord, I kneel thy cross before,
Pardon for my sins implore,
Strength to serve thee evermore.

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