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Show THE WHITE CARNATION "The White Carnation," which is the official song of Mother's day, will be sung throughout the country next Sunday. "The White Carnation." was written by Mrs. Baker P. Lee of Los Angeles, for the Mother's day observances ob-servances In that city last year. Mrs. Leo is the organizer of tho Ordor of Motherhood and originator of the Mother's fund. Her poem follows: Was it for this through all the couut-less couut-less years Tho sun and dew poured spices In your cup? Was It for this, with patience and with tears. You garnered all your priceless Incense In-cense up? Oh, white carnation, svmbol of tho flesh, Your bourgeoning at last has found Its own; . . Today we break your ointment to refresh re-fresh Our memory of mother, and of home. It mav he with isrift. (insrert HnKf r.n. tw lned A golden head against her bosom now, It may be distance, or a grave she finds. A man with furrowed faco and silvered sil-vered brow. But they are still her little ones, as when She braved the ipnngs of death that they might live. She periled all her life for them, and then Her overflowing heart and more to give. And we! What have wo dono to fill her years? How have we paid her sacrifice and pain? Oh, Father' for her love, her hopes, her fears, Have we any gift of recompense not vain? My mother, take these fragrant flowers flow-ers today, In giving them I pray that I may be, To you, ere God's still touch takes you away, All, all that you have ever been to me. And If too late to win our loving smile. And you have risen pure, and white, and true, 'Twill only be for me a little while Till I may como and bo at rest with you. And when mine eyes close In my last long sleep, To the strains of that sweet song, your lullaby. Let mc place my head upon your breast, and keep My mother then I'll know that Cod Is nigh. |