  Beside me walks an unseen face That guides me daily from place to place, And has love for me, like that of no other, This guide, tender guide, is my dear beloved mother. She goes with me through rain or shine, Like the fortunate leads the unfortunate blind, And when I am lonely for a sister or brother, There’s the cheering thoughts of my dear beloved mother. Of course she’s in the spirit land, But she walks with me daily hand in hand, And when I’m asleep she’s o’er my bed, That sin may go no farther. Now this teaches us of that mighty love We have in a dear beloved mother. |
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