A Mother Is a Mother After All.
Copyright, 1885, by Willis Woodward & Co.
A mother's heart is ever affectionate and true,
And naught but death can sever the love she feels for you.
The world, tho' cold and dreary, breaks not that sacred tic;
Her voice is always cheery, to save you she would die.
A mother is a mother; she grieves at your downfall;
She loves as can no other, site's a mother after all.
Though you may not be living a life upright And pure.
Her sweat, soul is forgiving, and she will wrongs endure.
You'll never find another ho brave, so kind, so dear.
As she whom you call mother, then strive her life to cheer.-Chorus.