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invocation to mother earth.
For glorious night, for all things bright,
We bless thee. Mother Earth!
We bless thee. Mother Earth!
But when long years of care and tears
Have come and passed away,
The time may be when sadly we
Shall turn to thee, and say,—
"We are worn with life, its toils and strife,
We long, we pine, for rest;
We come, we come, all wearied, home,—
Room, Mother, in thy breast!"
Have come and passed away,
The time may be when sadly we
Shall turn to thee, and say,—
"We are worn with life, its toils and strife,
We long, we pine, for rest;
We come, we come, all wearied, home,—
Room, Mother, in thy breast!"
