Alice Brown: Vision

Mother, I have come home to you
Out of my sore distress.
Mother, how beautiful you are
In your dull working dress!

“Then if you see me so, dear child,”
I heard my mother say,
“See, too, the beauty of the soul
In her worn dress of clay.”
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