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Show MOTHER -55? Sometimes wh'en I'd bo In a hurry, JP-.vv I might have been tired out and weary ,?i- And I would want tino thing or nnothcr '" What I would do was to go to mother.- - f. When my friends wero angry at me V And what to do I could not sea ' 'r I didn't go and ask Jack, my brother ' ; All I did was to run and toll mother." '."Viift,?' Mother always knew Just what to say B When my friends had ''turned away ' 'V'' My curly head sho'd lovingly pat y ' '' As I was sea'ted on her lap. . ' V If my sister scolded me Or brother took me hcross his knee; Which always hrppened Bometlmo or other ,; I'd Jump Into tho nrms of mother. When I had grown lo bo a man . l'rlends often cnlled mo; Mother's Dan, '- ' , 5J Sometimes they'd call me, Little Ilrother Cf" 'Causo I wouldn't lcavo from tho side of mother. Hut, soon with them I went to the city," They said experience would mako mo nifty, And soon I forgot Jack, my brother, . . I almost forgot my darling mother! Ono night, I went out for a walk Hut, to my comrades I didn't tnlk f I heard n song I very well know It brought to my mind a thought or two. I hurried then and wrote to Jnck Telling him I was coming back, Coming back to seo my brother-Yes! brother-Yes! and to seo my darling mother!" So soon I nrrlved In tho country town Whero I onco was a lad so sturdy' and' brown I remember tho pleasure I used to have When I was but my mother's iad. I rushed through gate hut nt the door I felt a feeling I ne'er had beforo Thero was hanging n drapery black, Then the bent of my heart I seemed to lack. I soon whs nt tho side of n bed, And on It was lying my mother dead! I screamed, "O, Father! glvo her back to mo please! Then I fell upon my knees. Now when business goes wrong for rae, And whot to do I can not seo, I go- from ono room to another, And vainly seek my dearest mother. The happy days havo passed nway, My hair now Is tell quite 4grny. I often leave my w'fc and brother To gnzo at tho picture of my kind mother. e I envy those wjio havo gone frcm here ' To. another Ilfo so grand hnd dear ; I envy them f'l, first one, ther lnothp?. They aro ncrr my angelic mot'Jer! Someday I'll lo Heaven go I'm soon, nh yes, I know For I seo behind tho Golden Cover The smiling face of my own dear mother. ' Lucllo It. Snow, f .. . |