Mother, to whose valiant
Battling long ago,
What the heaping years fulfil,
Light and song,
I owe;
Send my little book afield,
Fronting praise or
With the shining flag and
Of your name.
Mother, to whose valiant
Battling long ago,
What the heaping years fulfil,
Light and song,
I owe;
Send my little book afield,
Fronting praise or
With the shining flag and
Of your name.