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OUR MOTHER by ANONYMOUS

First Line: HOW OFT SOME PASSING WORD WILL TEND
Last Line: UNCHANGED STILL ART THOU
Subject(s): MOTHERS;
HOW oft some passing word will tend
In visions to recall
Our truest, dearest, fondest friend--
That earliest friend of all,

Who tended on our childish years,
Those years that pass as hours,
When all earth's dewy, trembling tears,
Lie hid within her flowers.

Thou star that shines in darkest night,
When most we need thy aid,
Nor changes but to beam more bright
When others coldly fade.

Oh, Mother! round thy hallowed name
Such blissful memory springs,
The heart in all but years the same,
With reverent worship clings.

Thy voice is first to greet us, when
Bright fortune's smile is o'er us,
And thine the hand that's readiest then
To lift the veil before us.

Or if dark clouds close round our head
And care steals o'er the brow,
While hope's fair flowers fall crushed and dead,
Unchanged still art thou.



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