The mother’s heart, the hero’s will,
The softest flower’s sweetest feel; The charm and force that ever sway The altar fire’s flaming play; The strength that leads, in love obeys; Far-reaching dreams, and patient ways, Eternal faith in Self, in all The sight Divine in great in small; All these, and more than I could see Today may “Mother” grant to thee.
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