So long as there are homes to which men turn at close of day;
So long as there are homes where children are, where women stay-
If love and loyalty and faith be found across those sills-
A stricken nation can recover from its gravest ills.
So long as there are homes where fires burn and there is bread;
So long as there are homes where candles are lit and prayers are said;
Although people falter through the dark-and nations grope-
With God himself back of these little homes - we have hope!
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Mother's Way
Sometimes when our hearts grow weary,
Or our task seems very long;
When our burdens look too heavy,
And we deem the right all wrong,
Then we gain a new, fresh courage,
And we rise to proudly say:
"Let us do our duty bravely.
This, you know was Mother's way."