'Tis the Month of Our Mother

L. Lambillotte

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'Tis the month of our Moth er, The bless ed 
and beau ti ful
Oh, what peace to her chil dren, 'Mid sor row and tri als to
And what joy to the err ing, The sin ful and sor row ful
Let us sing then, re joic ing, That God hath so hon ored our
And now here at her al tars, Let pride and un kind ness de
But bring flow ers of pur i ty, Meek ness, and pat ience and
And the heart of our Moth er Will glow with a hall owed de
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            
days, When our lips and our spir its 
Are glow ing  love and with
with
know, That the love of their Moth er Hath ev er a sol ace for
soul; That a trust in her guid ance Will lead to a glo ri ous
race, As to clothe with our na ture, Sweet Ma ry, the Moth er of
part, For she loves not the prais es Of proud or self ish
love; They are gar lands un fa ding, The bloss oms which op en a
light, And the buds of this May time No winds of the win ter can
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praise.
     
guard ian of our way;
woe. ry, The
All hail to dear Ma
goal.
grace.
hearts.
bove.

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blight.

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       
   May.
 fair 
est of
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To the fair est of Queens, Be the sea sons, sweet

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