MOTHER

                                                She's sweeter than the fragrance
                                That fill the dell in the spring,

A joy she is above the joys

That all the years can bring.

She's sweeter than the fragrance

That fill the dell in the spring,

She's clearer then dearest friend

That I will ever know,

Her prayers ever guide me on

No matter where I go.

Her face is wrinkled deep with cares,

Her hair is streaked deep with gray,

And rosary beads slip through the hands,

That first joined mine to pray.

And through the years have dimmed those eyes
That were so lustrous fair,

"Tis eath alone can take away

The love-light shining there.