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Show A PASSPORT. My mother taught my childish lifis to say Whose child I was and whore my dwelling place, To tell, she said, to the first friendly face, If. ever 1 should chance to go astray. And once when I had wandered iar away And could no more my truant step? retrace. Back to my lonaing mother's warm embrace One led 111c by that clue at close of day. We nyist he children once again, saith He Whose Word is life's high law; so. when I roa.v. Out of the narrow way and stand in need, Lc-t I be lost, forever, I will plead: "My mother's name is Mary, and my home Is where she lives, in Heaven, and looks for m-" Bev. John Fitzpatrick. O. M. 1. |