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A girl is Innocence playing in the mud, Beauty standing on its head, and Motherhood dragging a doll by the read more
A girl is Innocence playing in the mud, Beauty standing on its head, and Motherhood dragging a doll by the foot
The mother says to her daughter: Daughter bid thy daughter, to
her daughter, that her daughter's daughter is crying.
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The mother says to her daughter: Daughter bid thy daughter, to
her daughter, that her daughter's daughter is crying.
[Lat., Mater ait natae die natae filia natum
Ut moneat natae plangere filiolam.]
There is none,
In all this cold and hollow world, no fount
Of deep, strong, deathless love, read more
There is none,
In all this cold and hollow world, no fount
Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within
A mother's heart.
The pretty and sweet manner of it forced
Those waters from me which I would have stopped;
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The pretty and sweet manner of it forced
Those waters from me which I would have stopped;
But I had not so much of man in me,
And all my mother came into mine eyes
And gave me up to tears.
At the cross, her station keeping,
Stood the mournful mother, weeping,
Where He hung, the dying Lord.
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At the cross, her station keeping,
Stood the mournful mother, weeping,
Where He hung, the dying Lord.
[Lat., Stabat mater, dolorosa
Juxta crucem lacrymosa
Que pendebat Filius.]
The mother said to her daughter, "Daughter, bid thy daughter tell
her daughter that her daughter's daughter hath a read more
The mother said to her daughter, "Daughter, bid thy daughter tell
her daughter that her daughter's daughter hath a daughter."
The bearing and the training of a child
Is woman's wisdom.
The bearing and the training of a child
Is woman's wisdom.
Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also,
and he praiseth her.
Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also,
and he praiseth her.
Happy he
With such a mother! faith in womankind
Beats with his blood, and trust in all read more
Happy he
With such a mother! faith in womankind
Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high
Comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall,
He shall not blind his soul with clay.