the image of this bookmark kindly donated
by Beryl Kenyon de Pascual, Spain
image of flowers
My Dear Mother
WHAT'ER MY LOT IN LIFE
MAY BE,
MY SOUL SHALL EVER
CLING TO THEE,
AND SIGH FOR CHILDHOOD'S
HOURS AGAIN,
WHEN YOUR SOFT VOICE
SOOTHED EVERY PAIN.
FOR EVER HAVE I FOUND
IN THEE,
AN HELM IN EVERY TROUB-
LED SEA;
AND STILL IN FANCY DO
THY ARMS,
DEFEND ME FROM THE
WORLD'S ALARMS.