To Mother

This is God's sweet Eastertide.May His peace with you abide,And His angels, stooping lowProtect you from every foe.As the angels, so we oughtTo carry with us a sweet thoughtOf Truth, love, peace, and harmony,To think of others, not of "me;"So, with kindness, we must go,Demonstrating love below.

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