Chapter 49 No.49

Somewhat could each soul save,

What thing soever it gave,

But thine, mother, what has thy soul kept back?

None of thine all, not one,

To serve thee and be thy son,

Feed with love all thy days, lest one day lack;

All thy whole life's love, thine heart's whole,

Thou hast given as who gives gladly, O thou the supreme soul.