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MOTHER'S DAY Messages of Five Great Lovers of Mothers The love of a mother is never exhausted, It never changes, it never tires. It endures through all; in good repute, in bad repute, in the face of the world's condemnation, A mother's love Still lives On. Washington Irving

All mothers are rich when they love their children. There are no poor mothers, no ugly ones, no old ones. Their love is always the most beautiful of the Joys. And when they seem most sad, it needs but a kiss which they receive or give to turn all their tears into stars in the depths of their eyes. Maurice Maeterlinck

The happiest part of my happy life has been my mother, and with God's help she will be more to me than ever. Phillips Brooks

Even He that died for us upon the Cross, in the last hour, in the unutterable agony of death, was mindful of his mother, as if to teach us that this holy love should be our last worldly thought. Henry W. Longfellow

All that I am or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother. Abraham Lincoln

Faith of Our Fathers ( Music 'St. Catherine,' No. 172 )


 * Faith of our fathers, living still
 * In spite of dungeon, fire and sword,
 * O how our hearts beat high with joy
 * Whene'er we hear that glorious word.
 * Faith of our fathers, holy faith,
 * We will be true to thee till death. Amen.

Pledge of Fatherhood
 * We are seventy strong,
 * And we will stand with thee
 * To keep the door of the house of our God.
 * To bring in our sons in their young manhood,
 * And to stand with them in worship,
 * And to lead them forth in service
 * For the Lord, our God.

The Mother's Love (Music 'Waltham' No. 50 )
 * You struggled blindly for my soul
 * And wept for me such bitter tears
 * That through your faith my faith grew whole
 * And fearless of the coming years.


 * For in the path of doubt and dread
 * You would not let me walk alone,
 * But prayed the prayers I left unsaid
 * And sought the God I did disown.


 * You gave to me no word of blame
 * But wrapped me in your love's belief,
 * Dear love, that burnt my sin like flame,
 * And left me worthy of your grief. Hester I. Radford