No power on earth compares to a mother's tender prayers.
Like threads of silver seen through crystal beads Let love through good deeds show.
Early violets blue and white Dying for their love of light.
A little rain will fill The lily's cup which hardly moistens the field.
Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us.
One can be a soldier without dying and a lover without sighing.