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I	A
Her Hands	B
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My mother's hands are cool and fair	C
They can do anything	D
Delicate mercies hide them there	C
Like flowers in the spring	D
	-
When I was small and could not sleep	E
She used to come to me	F
And with my cheek upon her hand	G
How sure my rest would be	F
	-
For everything she ever touched	H
Of beautiful or fine	I
Their memories living in her hands	B
Would warm that sleep of mine	I
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Her hands remember how they played	J
One time in meadow streams	K
And all the flickering song and shade	J
Of water took my dreams	K
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Swift through her haunted fingers pass	L
Memories of garden things	M
I dipped my face in flowers and grass	L
And sounds of hidden wings	M
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One time she touched the cloud that kissed	N
Brown pastures bleak and far	O
I leaned my cheek into a mist	N
And thought I was a star	O
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All this was very long ago	P
And I am grown but yet	Q
The hand that lured my slumber so	P
I never can forget	Q
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For still when drowsiness comes on	R
It seems so soft and cool	S
Shaped happily beneath my cheek	T
Hollow and beautiful	U
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II	A
Her Words	V
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My mother has the prettiest tricks	W
Of words and words and words	V
Her talk comes out as smooth and sleek	T
As breasts of singing birds	V
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She shapes her speech all silver fine	I
Because she loves it so	P
And her own eyes begin to shine	I
To hear her stories grow	P
	-
And if she goes to make a call	X
Or out to take a walk	Y
We leave our work when she returns	Z
And run to hear her talk	Y
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We had not dreamed these things were so	P
Of sorrow and of mirth	A2
Her speech is as a thousand eyes	B2
Through which we see the earth	A2
	-
God wove a web of loveliness	B2
Of clouds and stars and birds	B2
But made not any thing at all	X
So beautiful as words	B2
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They shine around our simple earth	A2
With golden shadowings	B2
And every common thing they touch	C2
Is exquisite with wings	B2
	-
There's nothing poor and nothing small	X
But is made fair with them	D2
They are the hands of living faith	E2
That touch the garment's hem	D2
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They are as fair as bloom or air	C
They shine like any star	O
And I am rich who learned from her	F2
How beautiful they are	O

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