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MY MOTHER, by            
First Line: I know a dear old lady
Last Line: And twine love's garlands there.
Alternate Author Name(s): Chittenden, Larry
Subject(s): Mothers

I KNOW a dear old lady
Whose voice is soft and low;
Her face is like some picture,
A dream of long ago.

She is not great or famous,
Nor known in realms of art,
But she is rich in treasures
Which gild a kindly heart.

To see her is to bless her;
Her praise is on each tongue;
She's friends in all the aged,
And "lovers in the young."

Her life's a living sermon
Of hope and gentle facts--
A text for human nature,
That's found in loving acts!

She fills her world with kindness,
It brightens every spot.
She has her earthly sorrows,
But yet of earth is not.

She's patient, pure, and happy,
In these her twilight days;
Her lips are ever ready
To comfort or to praise.

Her soul's a gleam of sunshine,
A rainbow of Life's showers;
Her presence is a garden
Of ever-blowing flowers,

Which Time can never wither,
For recollections rare
Shall bloom around her Memory,
And twine Love's garlands there.

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