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To Mother Huberta.

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As repeated in chorus on the anniversary of her Names-day by the Sisters of St. Hubert at St. Anthony's Hospital, Denver, Col., Oct. 29, 1900.     Mother, our greetings be to thee,     On the glad anniversary         Of this, thy festive day;     Thy daughters, daughters not of earth,     But bound by cords of Heavenly birth,         Their love and greetings pay.     We thank thee, Mother, for thy care,     Thy watchfulness, and fervent prayer;         And if 'tis Heaven's will,     May many a returning year     And namesday find our Mother here,         Constant and watchful still.     Blest be that autumn brown and sere!     Bless-ed the day and blest the year,         Of his[1] nativity!     Blest be the hospitals, which rise,     Resultant of thy enterprise,         Thy zeal and fervency.     Blest be that hunter[2] saint of thine!     Bless-ed the deer, and blest the sign         Between its antlers broad!     To us, thy daughters, is it given     To bless thee, in the name of Heaven,         And blessing thee, bless God.

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