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Of all the songs I heard men sing In foreign countries far away, The dearest are the songs our land Has taught its people’s lips to play. And when the child devoutly hears Their words, their soft and plaintive fall, Upon a mother’s lips there sounds The loveliest sonnet of them all.

Of all the skies my eyes have seen In foreign countries far away, The sweetest skies of all are those The vistas of our land display. When with a child a mother plays, And when she laughs, and when she cries, The sweetest sky the child beholds Is that within its mother’s eyes.