If you are sick she is beside you constantly, and when you are well she is behind you still.
Though you sin and fall and all men spurn you, yet she clings to you; and if you do well and God prospers you, there is no joy like her joy.
Her love never changes, for it is a fount which the cold winds of the world cannot freeze.

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And if you are a little helpless girl--blind and deaf and dumb maybe--then she loves you best of all.