Parowan Times | 1916-04-12 | Page 4 | The Old Motto

the old motto we found it in the attic atta where it long had lain the dust had veiled the letters in a shroud of misty gray A spiders web vas tangled in its odd fantastic weaves eaves across the frame whose whom earners corners were hand carved in oaken leaves leave the old discarded dis corded motto it we was worked in green and red on perforated cardboard and god blew bless our home it said mid god bless our home and loving hands reach out from all the ears eara the hands that always reached to help that wiped away our tears and now we know full well that when this motto held its in place they meant the faded prayer that today we slowly trace that every morn of work to do that every night of rest the good old home was by some mystic benediction blest bleat W D nesbit