![]() When the wise God planted His garden, scattering the seeds from above, The choicest seed in His packet Was the flower of Mother-love. ![]()
Carefully watched o'er and tended,
A flower so sweet and entrancing,
A love that steadies our footsteps,
Mother-love, God's gift to His children, ![]()
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