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Dear Father-mother
Dear Father-Mother, Thou dost grant
All good and perfect gifts to me;
'Tis mine to raise this beacon here,
Obedience unto Thee.
He knows not death who Life obeys,
Nor errs at all when Truth he heeds;
While merged in Love, what hold has hate
Upon his thoughts or deeds?
Eternal Life and Truth and Love,
They who obey Thine every call,
Thy freemen are, and freely have
Dominion over all.
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