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 Thy father saw thee first
 * In Christ’s abode;

His spirit was athirst
 * For Heaven’s road.

Thy mother will await
 * The last decree

That opens glory’s gate
 * To welcome thee.

To meet and see again
 * Thy sire and thee,

Beyond the reach of pain,
 * In ecstacy.

This is thy mother’s prayer,
 * And this her goal.

To love and bless thee there,
 * Soul unto soul.