Mother's blessing on you all

Daughter, O my daughter,

Hold out thy hands to me;

Count not the mortal cares

Against my love for thee;

For it is true and lasting,

This love beyond the grave,

And despite all earthly strife

Will lead you on and upward

To the true Eternal Life;

For naught can hinder Love

When it lights the way to home,

And naught may hinder Faith

When Truth beside it stands

To guard and guide thee onward

To the great and glorious Light.

So put thy trust in us, dear one,

And thank God this day for hope, —

'Tis Truth and Faith and Love, dear heart,

And mother's blessing on you all.

Clifford (Spirit)