Peace be upon thee, Mother, peace to thee,Peace upon every feast and jubilee;
It hath become a lasting, sweet refrain,Whose return is melody's fair domain;
Bless her and ask of her a prayer for me—When a mother calls, the heavens hear her plea;
Immortalize her—she is loyalty's sign,The mother whom the prophets did enshrine;
Remember her when she hath turned away,Or vanished into death's eternal grey;
She is my mother, wheresoe'er she be,And in mine eye she is pure radiancy;
Long ere my cradle, love my mother taught—She showed me love, the dearest thing she brought;
Her love shall be my covenant and creed,It courses through my veins with every need;
She is my mother, ever and again,My greatest paradise, my sovereign;
If darkness should invade my furthest sky,She was my moon to light me passing by;
Naught else can fill my heart with joy and cheer,Save thy remembrance, Mother, ever dear;
Thou dost encourage me and bring relief,From every pain and every weight of grief.
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