Oh, Mothers, it doth matter not
Whose mother you may chance to be.
A tiny babe's, a maiden's fair,
Or just a little child's, like me.
It matters not how white your hair
Nor yet how young, demure and fair.
You are a mother that surpasseth any other
And so we honor thee.
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