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Always kind to us was mother,
Always good and brave and true.
Though her tasks were often heavy,
She would always see them through.
Never craved for fame or fortune,
Never sought the spotlight's glare;
Always working, sacrificing,
Never failed to do her share.
Now she's resting up in Heaven,
In that blessed land above;
Where there's no more pain or sorrow,
Only joy and peace and love.
H. Howard Biggar