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HOME TO MOTHER by ANONYMOUS

First Line: NO MATTER HOW FAR OUR FEET MAY ROVE
Last Line: WHEN A LOVING MOTHER WAITS US THERE
Subject(s): MOTHERS;
NO matter how far our feet may rove,
When weary and worn in constant strife,
Mother and home are the best of life.

Blessed is he who may smilingly say,
"I'm going home to mother to-day."
God's mercy hallows that home so dear,
Where mother our footsteps waits to hear.

Bless the busy hand and the cheery smile
That brighten and comfort all the while;
Nothing on earth can with home compare
When a loving mother waits us there.



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