Show TURN turn O Time in your Make me a child again just for tonight come back from the echo-less Take me again to your heart as of Kiss from my forehead the furrows of Smooth the few silver threads out of my Over my slumbers your loving watch keep Rock me to mother rock me to flow O tide of the years I am so weary of toil and of tears I Toil without tears all in Take them and give me my childhood again I have grown weary of dust and Weary of flinging my soul-wealth Weary of sowing for others to reap Rock me to mother rock me to sleep I Tired of the the the 0 ray heart calls for Many a summer the grass has grown Blossomed and faded our faces between Yet with strong yearning and pas Long I tonight for your presence Come from the silence so long and so deep Rock me to mother me to Over my heart in days that have flown No love like mother-love ever was No other worship abides and endures unselfish and patient like None like a mother can charm away pain Prom the sick soul and the world-weary Slumbers' soft calm my lids creep Rock me to mother me to sleep 1 Elizabeth Akers Milton proprietor of a hotel at N. along the line of the Lehigh Valley was splitting ties that had been discarded by the when there was a terrific explosion and he was blown to It is the opinion that a dynamite cap had been concealed in the would-be train and that it was exploded when Shive's axe struck Potatoes without tops are being raised by John Groves of on a small patch of and the large are being examined with curiosity and interest by Hundreds of citizens and who have seen a number of them on The patch of potatoes was planted by the owner after many and the bulbs have grown to the size of large hen without showing the sign of a but are clean and white and growing Neighbors come from their potato bug slaughter to gaze in wonder at the topless crop of |