Show A TRIBUTE TO MOTHER Mothers Day n a I week ago reminds us of the tribute Dr Condon paid to his mother on the event of her birthday a short time before her death It was va published publish cd in the Examiner at the time lime it was written but bitt the occasion calls caBs for it again r TO MY MOTHER i i Sometime le dear heart and we shall shull climb the hill I Where oft youve yoi OI ve e said stud Gods sun was always shining Gaze on on the clouds below us ii IS cold and still sf Not on eu oil the clouds but hut on their silve sil C fc r Sometime dear heart hearl sometime Sometime dear ar heart anti and we shall know arid and rii l g et v 7 J The bygone scenes that thai once onee our hearts delighted And Anti when the with lead dead living the years meet j jOur Our severed lives will ill nIl all be lC reunited J Sometime dear heart hear sometime t n e r T t V I Then rhen will thy th face een cen now so fair fail to me inc i u Light the dark don way was wa oer Deaths Death s 1 ocean o n And nd my poor spirit sp rit disenthralled and rind fr c oJ L I Will AVill seek the haven of a mothers mot true devotion Sometime dear heart henri sometime 1 We W may mar 1118 come laek sometime in oilier ol 01 her life I still thy boy bo again and thou than my JIl mother May tread licad old paths of recollections rife rite And as the day ny is long be happy hap in ill each other 7 Sometime doar donI heart sometime J c Now in ill my chamber H deepening hush I Good Night Nigh in iii accepts accents aC low Jow and sweetly spoken r IC Then rl cn in deaths in death sleep Ill I II feel fecI the UlC t lIk The kiss IrISS that lingers on my ln lips js is t lon j 1 en k u 1 Sometime m cleat doar heart a il q l 1 pr 1 And nd thou a weary searching here so s long lon 1 t j 1 vv For names S the moss and tangled vines ines are fre Will hear hr the thc Wi skylark in his sweetest song c co Oer o cr useless graves where slabs atc are on l leaning t i i t C i i 11 V L 1 ar s i f rJ r J J There in in that Irest it st beyond the power of years To ft frt the th brow biow with willi wih cruel lines of sorrow 7 Therell be he no 10 night nor nOlO hope deferred not nOlo tears But each cach glad foretell I ii happier morrow Sometime dear dar dYRr heart henri sometime IC J i f 2 i l 2 |