As requested by Grazie...
Excerpt from the "Flower Talk" Ceremony of the Order of DeMolay:
My body fed your body, son
But birth's a swift thing
Compared to one and twenty years
Of feeding you with spirit's tears
I could not make your mind and soul
But my glad hands have kept you whole
Your groping hands
Bound me to life with ruthless bands
And all my living became a prayer
While all my days built up a stair
For your young feet that trod behind
That you an aspiring way should find
Think you that life can give you pain
Which does not stab in me again?
Think you that life can give you shame
Which does not make my pride go lame?
And you can do no evil thing
Which sears me not with poisoned sting
Of all the things that I had done
Remember me in life, O, son
Keep that proud body, fine and fair
My life is monumented there
For my life, make no woman weep
For my life, hold no woman cheap
And see you give no woman scorn
For that dark night when you were born.
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