Show bothen mothen MO THEn A TRIBUTE ity ily el liny robinson it Is said that at an angel once wan dered around the world in search of beautiful things lit in passing through a green meadow lie ho came to sonic agomo lilies radiant rat llant in tit tho sun sunshiny shino and dew lie ho said those are the most beautiful things I 1 have found in all tile tho world I 1 shall take them with nio nic to heaven ile ho entered a humble cottage and in ono corner saw a baby nestled snugly tit in its ita crib As lie he looked at that bouquet of smiles and dimples lie he said that Is the most beautiful thing lit in the world I 1 shall take this babas smile with me to heaven then lie he saw the mother leaning gently over the cradle smiling the infinite tenderness of motherhood up on the child and lie he said this Is the most beautiful thing yet I 1 shall tako take this mother love to heaven then lie ho went back to heaven with ills mementoes when lie he reached the pearly gates lie ho found that tho the flowers had wi withered therea and the smile of the baby lind had vanished only tho mother lovo love remained and lie he took that into heaven this story is not over drawn for thoro there is nothing lit in tile the realm of known things so infinitely tender so surpassingly fair as the picture of a beautiful woman with a piece of helpless innocent human flesh in her arms with the touch of holy adoration and love tit in every caress she gives to the helpless one some one has said that tha a person is great it if you can call writ loetery about him nut but the true mother Is a poem in love and deed site she Is a living breathing allegory of truth and beauty hers Is the deepest and gentlest nature lit in this world of cold hearts and hastening feet to her tine fine spirit tile the first cry of her child is a note from the heart of eternity to her it Is the music of the spheres nor does she over forget the one whose infant steps she watched with such genuine solicitude whether he becomes a prince or a prodigal the sound of ills his foot steps are ever wel como come to her in tile the evening stillness she alono alone lives out tile tho loop deep and almost incomprehensible truth of tho the masters paradox my yoke is easy my burden Is light like him who was the gentlest of tho the gentle and mightiest of tho the mighty sho she finds her ease case under tile the yoke of service and liar her lightness of her ter comes to her under the burdens of tho the race which she bears her wisdom Is infinite she knows enough to know that there is more joy in the tha smiles of the child than in the hurrahs of the alie multitude she prefers the surpassing drama of childrens play to the winfiel and show of social functions site is tile tho very antithesis of the brutal genuina that has in this decade bathed the world in fit blood and tears at the heart of Kalser ism was the fallacy of fallacies that he is great who compels others to servo serve him at the heart of the mother is the infinite faith and love that accepts and lives out of the tha matchless philosophers supreme definition fini tion of greatness let him wife would be greatest be servant of tile tho least with a patience that knows no fr irritation ri and a love that never fades she pours out in unstinted measure her holy soul in suffering service and self sacrifice for those who aro are least in this world of blood and iron only the gentle graco grace that belongs to the mother can bring peace to this sordid selfish world what mankind needa is not so much a political revolution 0 as heart revolution it needs to have enshrined in its heart that holy thing which is tho the glory of motherhood the tho the tender lovo love of human kind |