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HUNDREDS of stars in the pretty sky; Hundreds of shells on the shore together; Hundreds of birds that go singing by; Hundreds of bees in the sunny weather; Hundreds of dew drops to greet the dawn; Hundreds of lambs in the purple clover; Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn; But only one mother the wide world over. —GEORGE COOPER. |
Honor thy father and thy mother. —Exodus xx. 12. |