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THE MOTHER-FAITH, by            
First Line: Yours were the hands that held me first of all
Last Line: But goes serenely on, year after year!
Subject(s): Mothers


YOURS were the hands that held me first of all,
Yours were the lips that taught mine own to smile,
Yours were the eyes that watched my every step,
And yours the heart that showed me Love worth while;
Whatever good men see, in part or whole,
Is but the dear reflection of your soul!

When others laughed at all my dreams, you held
Those dreams--and me--close to your loving breast,
Giving me strength to try, and when I failed,
Your faith alone stood firm above the rest.
For you believed some day I would succeed--
The finest spur that any man could need!

And so, to-day, though far from what I've sought,
The goal unreached, the prize as yet unwon,
Your hands still hold on high Belief and Trust,
As once they held my baby self--your son.

The Mother-Faith knows naught of doubt or fear,
But goes serenely on, year after year!








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