| Show THE QUIET HOUSE 0 mothers worn and weary with cares which never cease with never time for pleasure with days that have no peace with little hands bands to hinder binder and feeble steps to guard with tasks that lie unfinished deem not your lot too hard I 1 know a house where childish things are hidden out of sight where never sound of little litti e feet la Is hesi d from morn till night no tiny bands that fast undo that pull things all awry no baby hurts to pity As an the quiet days dayd go by the house is all in order and free from tiresome noise no moments of contusion confusion so no scattered broken toys and the childrens little garments are an never soiled or torn but are laid away tor for ever just as they last were worn and she the sad eyed mother what would she give today 10 lo feel your cares and burdens to walk alk your weary way I 1 ali ah happiest on n all this earth could she again but see the rooms room all strewn with playthings and the children round her knee I 1 |
