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Show MOTHER By M. K. tKANDALL, JK. IVhbii ;uit;'!s scut me fnuu the skiis W'lio jinssnf so t-lu so where (hiiiuci- lies? i Who listrinfl fiiinU-st for my fi'ifsV AVln-ii oM'iiiiii: wide wiili .stmne surprise. 'lio ciiujilil ihc lustre in my eyes'.' 'Tv:is you, my it.-iriiii.L; mother. When sleeping in my tiny bed "With downy covers o'er me spread, A'ho to e:u-h call so ijuirkly sped? Such words of fond devotion saidV Who o'er me such projection shedV 'Xwati you, my lovinj; mother. As buds the dainty lily flower In fiercest winds or gentle shower, When sate within its cosy bower, Who was my strength, my safety tower To iruard ine from the tempter's power? 'Twas you, my watchful mother. Who taught my fallorins lips to pray, To seek for guidance o'er life's way. That from the truth I uiiht not stray To nslc for blessings every day, la all "Thy will lie done" to say? 'Twas you, my reverent mother. Who o'er my wisdom used to prate, Who loved my virtues to relate, Who said sumo day I would he great Who always waited at the ate For ine if e'er 1 lingered late? 'Twas you, my doting mother. Whene'er my wayward steps would trace A path that lead to any place Where saintly presence would not grace, I always saw a saddened face; I always felt a fond embrace My guardian angel mother's. AVlieu sorrows crept into my heart, When pain was keen with aching smart, When days but trouble did impart, If faltering in the busy mart, Who me encouraged with marvelous art? 'Twas you, my wondrous mother. When young ambition me inspired, Or zeal for knowledge e'er me fired, If sacrifice for me required To labor hard (hough worn and tired, I Who gave me all my heart desired? 'Twas you, my serving mother. When I was in the height of power liich blessings did upon me shower, Successes crowned my every hour, (.Jay merriment was in my bower, Who plucked for me the fairest flower? 'Twas you, my gentle mother. When leaden skies about me threw Their shadows of a darker hue, When old time friends but distant grew, . II' chilly winds upon me blew Who was my friend, so tried and true? "Twas you, my faithful mother. When gone from me at last for aye Who shall I miss the most each day, Who shall be near nie when I pray To -cheer my heart, my pnin ailay," With all my hears J pro-ally say My glorified, exniiul moihir. Springville, May 7, !!.!( |