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She is like a tree planted by the waterside
That yields her fruits in its time and tide
That never ceases to bloom through the climes
And flourishes even in the hardest times
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Gentle winds of the East
Take me to my Mother`s breast
Let me on her bossom rest
Even near her blessed chest
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Little Child, who made thee?
Who made thee strong and healthy?
Who made thee firm in His likeness?
Thy little limbs in His `semblance
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O Mother! My sweet Mother
How I love you Mother
You are the cradle of my birth
And the pride of my youth
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When I was ten and seven, yet younger
I thought life was just a bed of roses
For all I desired I had many a thousand poses
And never did I thirst nor hunger
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Hold on to your reputation
Lest, it will fly
And night and day beneath the sky
Shelter it from every intrusion
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Set your light, Child
Let it shine for men
In the night of the world
Let it so shine
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When I see a star in the sky
I remember my life here on earth
How I came limbs too shy
To fly from the fear of death
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Joy lives in the heart of the Lowly
Who seeks to make others happy
Loss uncounting, friend or foe
Such a soul she soothes away sorrow
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Beware Child
That you fall not amid thorns
Like most Knaves do
I can see through your eyes
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He is like a brother to me
Always near me to guide me
Always with me at all time
In pain, joy or dream
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Has he who enthrones no power to dethrone?
Earthly glory never lasts.Its state
Is inconsistent like seeds sown
And be the watchman, be wise! No power perpetuate
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Of the first man's insipience, Man earthwards fell
Lo, through one Man's valour mankind infallibly rise
From perpetual demolition through the Gates of Hell
Into eternal ecstasy of the promised Paradise.
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Whosoever gaze upon this sullen sage
Of mine: hearken unto my barren voice!
Remember that life's like a voyage
In a sailing vessel anchored to sordid vice
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Let this remind you of me
When in yonder gone I be
That once you embraced a man
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If men were infallible
And all our weaknesses unknown
And our nature were predictable
Should you call me your own
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How can I belie of my conscience
Had Love's ambience been of no essence?
Or could my deeds be mistaken
For a paradox of thrift undertaken
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Can I see a child in pain
Restrain myself for want of gain?
Can I see a friend in grief
Not seek for his quick relief?
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When I was a little child
Young in look, young in wits
Passing by a church gate
I often by chance
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The Virtuous Woman
She is like a tree planted by the waterside
That yields her fruits in its time and tide
That never ceases to bloom through the climes
And flourishes even in the hardest times
She is not just a hearer of the Word
But daily searches the Scripture—her sword
She is a close companion one ought to have
She strives not to see others starve
She despises not those in lack
Rather cheers to keep on track
A Friend in time of need, she is
A citadel of hope in her time of bliss
For all her services, she demands no reward
Nor before rendition, requires award
She is not the blend that craves materialism
But with peerless zest she seeks good futurism
Being virtuous she stands out among the rest
And like the falcon nurtures her little ones with the best
She never slanders rather offers good counsel
To neighbours and scorners who want to libel
Her voice sedates melancholy
Her gossips bring joy and harmony
Her roof is a haven for the homeless and for the needy
A fortress for the haunted and the weary
She is prayerful, resourceful and kind
When she gives all who watch wonder whether she is blind!
She is the joy of her household
An epitome of virtue in her neighbourhood
She is the news and desire of her spouse
And with contentment she commands her house
Never do her sons hunger
Nor would her daughters wander
She likes industry and distastes negligence
Indispensable and exalted for her diligence
She looks forward and never backward
“DILIGENCE AND SUBMISSION” her watchwords
She is like a star shining in the sky
The only one seen by every eye
Because she leads a life of austerity
She is known for sincerity
For she courts modesty
And clothes herself with decency
She is, you may say, simply active
Amiable and proactive
If she possesses all that life wants with us
What more should I say than end my verse?
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