| OCR Text |
Show u - A Daughter's Tribute To Parental Care Tho following tribute by Mrs. WIN lord Doane' read nt,tho recent golden wedding of Mr. nnd Mrs. J. 11. Forbes, hna bo much lltorary morlt and ox-prcBBes ox-prcBBes so fcollngly tho sentiment In many similar caso that wo print It In full: ihoro uro not many children In this world of ours who cnu lay clnlm to tho blessings your children enjoy In being prlviioged to call you Father and Mother. To you wo not only owe our being, but havo been educated und cared for by you nlonol Atul to-uuy, to-uuy, I, tho tlm-born, In behalf of all your children, desire to pay tribute iu j our worm, it is vain nud uboiobs i to glvo flowers to tho dead, for they aro post enjoying them. Thorcforc,) today, whllo you nro cnpnblo of know, lug and enjoying, wo wIbIi to sing your prnlsos. Wo nro proud of our lineage, proud of tho nnmo wo bear, and hope to live worthy to bo called your children. chil-dren. Wo hold up our hcnilB with prldo nnd thankfulness thnt God -wiih good enough to glvo us such worthy pnrciitago, and prny that wo will never place a blot on tho fnlr nnmo you gavo us. You havo travolcd a long nnd tortuous tor-tuous road together, nud havo mndu u i plnco for yoursclvcB In tho henrts ol nil good pcoplo In your community. For half a century you havo shared "Deli other's joys and Borrows, have Matched with tender solicitude tho i coming of each ono of your children, and ono by one Rndly but lovingly witnessed their pnBslug from tho parental par-ental roof,'' to do for their children what you hnvc done for us. You havo it oa to hnvo your posterity "rise up and call you blessed." Wo know thnt every deed wo do lint is praiseworthy reflects upon our parents; that nil our successes bring joy and comfort to. your henrts. llnuo and honest men do not work for gold nlono, but for lovo, honor nnd -.nniucicr, nud wo ro tlianlnj that Air slro has lived a llfo whicu will Hand out iu tho history of his pcoplo na tho llfo of "ono of Cod's noblemen." .io hns boon nn upright, Ood-fcaring 'athcr: ho hns aimwcrcd his country's .all; ho hns been a lending light and educator for Ills people. Ills name Is found nmong thoso who hnvc stood for tho highest Ideals and tho greatest advancement. Ho hns indeed won tho honored tltlo of "Father" to nioro than lis own flesh und blood, and wo thank God for him. Wlint ho linn been and Is to mo Is partly expressed In the following lines: 'Oft In tho dark, wlien childish fears , would chill me," And I would giopo Iu awesome dreams astray, " My father's hand with coulldunco would fill me, My father's volco would drive tho ghoHtn uwny. In Intor yours, whrn I wiih worn nnd weary, And, panting, paused to rest me In rim shade, 'o called to mo; his Idiiob wiui strong nnd chi'ory, And I wont forward, calm nnd unafraid. un-afraid. i tVhcnovor llfn wns dark and grim nnd full of sorrow, Whenever skh'U wcro starles1, hkuk and gray, ly fathor opoko or brighter seenes tomorrow, And led mu rrom tho tiiiigUis of today. to-day. .ml when Iho sIiikIob or duiith's darl night are railing, And "I. can hear the wash of Styx m swoll, .1 mny bo thnt I'll hear my fnthor calling: "Como on, my child! Fear not, for nil Is well!" And Mother, who thliteen 1ibb went down to tho gates of ilunth, Doming back triumphantly it human joul, who watched and nuiluml uh through our Infancy, who laughed ,lth us nnd Borrowed with us, who ,ith tired lingers tolled for us In nn our helplessness, und who, when she .s-ns through with nil hor sncrlllcon for jti, stood at our bedsldo as u minis, soring inigol, helping us to oiiduro and 'ravel tho road which sho trailed nlour, wo today offer our gratitude mil thanks to you, wo pay tributo to your honor nnd lrtuo and utisoltlsh-noss, utisoltlsh-noss, ' How often, when wo nro worn and ivonry, do wo wish wo wcro llttlo chll-Iron chll-Iron and could toll our troublos tc ,ou and hnvo you rock us to sloop nnd tuck us In bed. 'There's n fcolln' conies across mo " Cornea acroas mo oftcu now An It deepest seems when trouble Lays her linger ou my brow, oh, It Is a deep, deep fcolln', neither happiness nor palul Tla a mighty, soulful longln' To seo Mother's fnco ognlii. TIs, 1 H'pose, ii unt'ral fcellu': Wust ot me, I can't control Myself no morel It seems to Ftli- -An thrill my very bouI! Try to lnugh It ofT but useless! Gee! my tears will fall llko rain irhcii I get this soulful longln' Jrs' to seo hor faco again! You won't know how much you lovo her (Your old mother) till you roam Way off whoro hor voice can't reach "you, An' with strangers nuiko your homo; Then you'll know how big your henit la; Think you never loved beforo When you get this mighty longln' Jes' to Hfo her fnco onco more. MHS. AMA.NIM FOltHKS DOANK. ' o |
