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Show MOTHER. Our Mother I Ob, that sweetest name Of all th words we know ; It rises o'er all earthly fame ; More precious doth it grow, There ia do love so true , so pure, No voioe so kind and dear ; No hand so willing to endure The toil for loved ones here. Although ehe faded from our sight. Our memory all the while, Gomes softly stealing in the night,. To bring her happy smile. In childhood's path she smoothed the way, And wiped away our tears : And in our growing manhood's day She stilled our doubts and fears. Hushed are her lips, her voioe is still ; Yet she, today, ia here. Her gentle spirit comes to fill Our hearts with peace aud cheer. Oh, Mother, may thy holy love Be with us. day and night, To lead us like the wandering dove Into tha paths of right. Nemo. GunnSson Utah, May U, 1911. |