Mother's DayMother dear, this white Carnation Is a symbol of our love, For the only kind dear Mother In this life a child can have, With the Purity of this flower Mother Comes to us a lesson true Of our childhood happy days, While at home with you. Touch the harp strings gently, This is, "Mother's Day," We consecrate and keep Holy Each second Sabbath day of May. Let our memories be sacred Though their graves are far away, For the legacy they left us Is our first "Mother's Day." In the dim and pathless forest Where the oaks their branches spread The Creator of the universe Heard the words our Mothers said, And the Hymns that floated skyward Across the western plains, Echoed back in sweet devotion To the sod house on the claim. To loving keep and beautiful From where the pine trees grow, To away down south in Dixie Where the flowers ever bloom, From the rocks of proud Atlantic Where the tempest flings its spray, To the sun-kissed mild Pacific, Millions keep "Mother's Day." The Plains Poems in Kansas
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