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Mother
I think God took the fragrance
A pure white flower, which blooms
But which makes sweet and beautiful
The compassion of the dew,
Reviving freshness on
And gives to all the tired things
The steadfastness and radiance
Which lift the soul above
The gladness of fair dawns;
Contentment which from trivial rounds
The life which finds its greatest joy
in deeds of love for others...
I think God took these precious things
and made of them...mothers.
- Author Unknown
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