_Whereas thou hast been forsaken and hated, so that no man went through thee, I will make thee an eternal excellency, a joy of many generations._—ISAIAH 60:15. My mother’s kiss, my mother’s kiss, I feel its impress now; As in the bright and happy days She pressed it on my brow.…
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