Show A MOTHERS TRIALS the following poem was compos ed ad by a I 1 loa angeles lady upon the request of members of a mothers club of that city it depicts the trials mothers have in ID rearing deamir their daughters and la is well worth reading I 1 am asked to tell the story of my trials as a mother trials are not always bitter trials are efforts scheming minga plan turig nines to bring up these precious daughters and just jost here I 1 pause to tell you my instructions were explicit the committee said my ditty must be funny must be witty I 1 must most tell these waiting mothers how wiss wae to bring up daugh how always needing deeding mon ii SS alley iney needing plenty dimes and dollars for new hats hate and dainty collars A new hat for every season seasons come so very often and do not forget the dresses dres dr es bright as tinta tint of rain bow feathers ribbons mantles laws laces fit to frame their fair young faces clot gloves there most be magic mit tatt tens e to that w will ill handle all lifes problems baota for mafchir marching 19 over mountains magic boots that trample ever on opposition oh these precious carefree daugh te little I 1 do they dream of sadness nd little do a they know the fervor of the love we lavish laviah on an them of the years of patient labor that tha a loving mother rives gives them first we taught their tongues to prattle prattle words of love and sweetness aa A s t they hey nestled to in our bosoms so we must not murmur moth ere era if they never cease their talking cease their giggling girlish clatter then we guide their tender footsteps in the mysteries mys of walking do not murmur if their walking leads them on and on out into paths that ever wander worldwide do not murmur if we cannot keep them ever in the shelter of a loye love that would die for them only prey pray that as they wonder over rough paths stormy stony bleeding feet may press toward havck As the rose path might not lead them we would choose the Rose path for them heaven says the thorns are better oh ob these daughters we admire the them what so fair so pure as girlhood god has made them sweet and gracious us fair of form and fair of features Es eves ea of score azure heavens own color dusky eyes within whose shadows dwell t the he fires of strong ambition on their cheeks the red of roses 0 on their brows browa the whit ness of lilies rows roses lilies violets pansies sa we name them for the flowers name them for the precious lewa lawa fairest pearls and brilliant rubies rabies then we w wander ander to the bible find elatab elizabeth th a and d D dorcas e n saintly mary careful martha ruth amid the gold golden harvest anna dwelling in the temple close beside the shining presence and we put the these name jamea up upon them praying ever that their names may mav lead them unto holy iana iv 9 oh these daughters how bow we love the them R how ow we learn to lean upon them though we fain would keep all burdena d be from aront their dimpled girlish shoulders shoulder shoulders that will bow with sorrow borrow strong young limbs that soon will falter how we ion long to a shield their weakness as B by t the he st strength weve learned through augh sam As we a look a k into their faces face see sea t their he bright and blooming fee faces see ther the besso ees so soon to fade with tears unshed so bravely hidden how flow we lone ionic to see them brighten with the holy light of heaven As they look into the hills wh whence cometh help from god the father mothers let us ua lead them upward lead them ever toward the glory glary and when life for us is over when we enter into glory we can leave our precious daughters dang b in the love of christ chnat our baior |