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Louisa May Alcott - The Mother Moon
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THE moon upon the wide sea 
Placidly looks down, 
Smiling with her mild face, 
Though the ocean frown. 
Clouds may dim her brightness, 
But soon they pass away, 
And she shines out, unaltered, 
O`er the little waves at play. 
So `mid the storm or sunshine, 
Wherever she may go, 
Led on by her hidden power 
The wild see must plow. 
  
As the tranquil evening moon 
Looks on that restless sea, 
So a mother`s gentle face, 
Little child, is watching thee. 
Then banish every tempest, 
Chase all your clouds away, 
That smoothly and brightly 
Your quiet heart may play. 
Let cheerful looks and actions 
Like shining ripples flow, 
Following the mother`s voice, 
Singing as they go.
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