Show TBE TIRED SIOTflER A little elbow leans upoc your knee Your tired knee that has BO much to bear A childs dear eyes are looking lovingly From underneath a thatch ot golden hair Perhaps you do not head the velvet touch Of warm moist fingers folding yours so tight You do not prize this blessing overmuch You almost are too tired to pray tonight to-night But it is blesredness A year ago I did not see it as I do today We are so dull and thankless and too slow To catch the sunshine till it slips away And now it seems surprising strange tome to-me That while I wore the badge of motherhood mother-hood I did not kin more oft and tenderly The little child that brought me only good And if some night when you sit down to I rest You miss the elbow from your tired I knee The restless curly head from ofl your breast The lisping tonguo that chattered constantly con-stantly If from your own the dimpled hands had slipped And neer would nestle in your palm again If the white feet into the grave had tripped I could not blame you for your heartache heart-ache then I wonder to that mothers ever fret At little children clinging to their gOWA Or that the footprints when the days are wet Are over black enough to make them frown If I could find a little muddy boot Or cap or j ticket on my chamber floor If I could kiss a rosy restless foot And hear it patter in my house once more It I could mend a broken cart to diY Tomorrow make a kite to reach tha There sky is no woman in Gods world could say She was more blissfully content than I But oh the dainty pillow next my own Is never rumpled by a shining head My singing birdhng from his nest it flown My little boy I used to kiss is deadl |