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19. Home's Chief
Home's to a youth's feet a torch,
Held by a mother's sure hand:
Home's a walled guards, loves holy porch
Guiding the urn of life's sand.
Held by a mother's sure hand:
Home's a walled guards, loves holy porch
Guiding the urn of life's sand.
The angelic song thrill flow,
Scepter of the infant's smile,
The jewel of the heaven's throne
Bright on eternity's dial.
Scepter of the infant's smile,
The jewel of the heaven's throne
Bright on eternity's dial.
Death chills the mother's kind hand,
Death stills the mother's kind love.
Strike down the mother's home band,
Strikes down the Mother's child dove.
Death stills the mother's kind love.
Strike down the mother's home band,
Strikes down the Mother's child dove.
Ask ye, we yield gold for thee,
And yield gold for the stranger.
Thus spurning our birth right free,
And blight our homes with danger?
And yield gold for the stranger.
Thus spurning our birth right free,
And blight our homes with danger?
Satan's bowl of angered grief,
With dead soul and perjured gold,
With Artic frosts, dead and deaf,
Each lost smiles grin breathes death cold.
With dead soul and perjured gold,
With Artic frosts, dead and deaf,
Each lost smiles grin breathes death cold.
By Satan's curse seek to awe.
To curse a mother's love smile:
Deny life and true treaty's law,
By the heart's cold, loveless wile.
To curse a mother's love smile:
Deny life and true treaty's law,
By the heart's cold, loveless wile.
Home's guiding light with love reign,
Each heartbeat defending from grief,
A mother's loved blessing gain.
A mother's love is home's chief.
Each heartbeat defending from grief,
A mother's loved blessing gain.
A mother's love is home's chief.
Wagner Record, June12, 1895.
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