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MY MOTHER by ANONYMOUS

First Line: "SUCH A WEAK, LITTLE, TINY BODY"
Last Line: SHE HAS NOT BEEN ABLE TO DO
Subject(s): MOTHERS;
SUCH a weak, little, tiny body,
To shelter so brave a heart,
Such morsels of hands to labor so long,
And bear such a valiant part
In the battle of life, such diminutive feet
To journey so far and so fast
On the road which leads up from the glimmer of dawn
To the glory of sunset at last.

Yet so great is the power of a woman,
If only her will is strong,
She is mighty to fight and conquer,
(Though the struggle be dreary and long)
With the armies of pain and sorrow,
If her soul be but pure and true,
There is nothing through all the ages,
She has not been able to do.



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