MOTHER
When the eun has all gone out o' life. And everything looks drear; There’s a tender voice which never fails Our downcast hearts to cheer. There arc gentle eyes that always look With deep unspoken love And arms that softly fold us Like pinions from above. Then peace and rest steals o’er us, And the burden rolls away As “our mother” softly whispers; “Dear one. Tak e heart. Just pray.” —Madge Grainger.
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Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XVII, 26 November 1927, Page 15
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73MOTHER Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XVII, 26 November 1927, Page 15
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