Show The e White Wh i tte tic 9 of Mothers Day DayT tT T HE White Carnation which Is the official song of Mothers day will willI willbe I be sung throughout the country next Sunday In Salt Lake the so soloists joIsts in many of at the churches have chosen this for their song on that day and at the mass meeting in the First Methodist church which will willbe willbe be held next Friday night this lullaby will be rendered by Mrs C C Dalley Dailey The White Carnation was written by Mrs Baker P j Lee of Los io An Angeles Angeles geles for the Mothers day observance In that city last year Mrs Lee Le la Is lathe the organizer of the Order of ot Motherhood od and originator of the Mothers fund Her poem follows Was it for this through all the countless count ess years The sun and dew poured spices in your cup Was it for this with patience and with tears You garnered all your priceless Incense up i Oh white carnation of ot the flesh Your Tour bourgeoning at last has bas found its own Today we break your ointment to refresh Our memory of ot mother and of home It may be with soft fingers close entwined A golden head against her bosom now It may be distance or a grave she finds A man with furrowed face and silvered slIvered brow But they are still her little ones as when She braved the pangs ot of death that they might live She periled all her life Ufe for them and then Her overflowing heart and more to give giveAnd gIveAnd giveAnd And we What have we done dote to fill tIll her years S How have we paid her sacrifice and pain Oh Father for tor her love her hopes her fears tears Have we any gift gUt of at recompense not vain My mother take these fragrant flowers today In giving them I pray that I may be beTo beTo beTo To you ou ere Gods still touch take you away All all that you have ever been to me ma And If 1 too late to win your yo ur loving smile And you have risen pure and white and true Twill TwIlI only be for me a little while Till I may come and be at rest with you yon And when mine eyes close in my last long sleep To the strains of ot that sweet song your lullaby Let me place my head upon your breast and keep My mother then Ill know that God is nigh I |