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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