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REJOICE EVERMORE.
Oh! dim must be the deadened eye, and dull the pining thought,
That owns not in all things that be, a power with blessing fraught;
The Mother-love[1] that waits around with fond untiring care
Where each has all! abounding more, the more her children share.
That owns not in all things that be, a power with blessing fraught;
The Mother-love[1] that waits around with fond untiring care
Where each has all! abounding more, the more her children share.
A single taper homeward guides the poor man's toil-worn way,
A thousand turn the rich man's night to soft and lustrous day;
But light more blessed shines alike on cottage and on hall,
Kind smiles are there, and pleasant words, and the dear, dear love for all!
A thousand turn the rich man's night to soft and lustrous day;
But light more blessed shines alike on cottage and on hall,
Kind smiles are there, and pleasant words, and the dear, dear love for all!
- ↑ "L'amour d'une mère! amoir que nul n'oublie!
Pain merveilleux qu'un Dieu partage et multiplie,
Table toujours servi an paternel foyer!
Chacun en a sa part, et tous l'ont tout entier!"
Victor Hugo.
