[Through composed]
Out in life's garden, where sympathy grew,
I found a heart, 'twas the heart of you.
In that same garden devotion grew,
And I found a soul, 'twas the soul of you.

And still farther on, where the flow'rs are few,
I looked for hours, through the mist and dew,
Till I found my ideal, and Mother, my Mother,
My Mother, 'twas you.