Show tribute paid mother love with a cup of clear pure water from rom the old family well heres to mother whose narna name Is music and when that name Is on my tongue lifes fretful fevers die and I 1 nin am calm A heavenly poesy Is in that name no name of princess or of queen could mean so much to m me a her ministries of tenderness were as gentle as the drops of dew something of the everlasting mercy Is ilithe in itlie nature and the name of mother your faithfulness by day was like the rising suns of morning your vig its ils by night and the watching stars lit the skies shies unconquerable was your modest and bravery your gentle services were as delightful and as deft as the gentle fingerr ings of the sunbeams among the lilli lillias cs so unpretentiously you dropped your splendors everywhere and like the apple blossoms of the may your spirit shed a fragrance all around to your childs eyes your kindly face was like a sunrise and your voice was sweeter far than morning bolls bells mother on this holy day of memory it all comes back again to me heres to you Mo mother tIfer who wakened and watched while others slept while others rested you tolled on when others had forgotten you still remembered and though wearied with the long days toll you bowed above my drowsy couch and rested me to sleep by that holy goodnight good night kiss I 1 hear the soothing music yet of your sweet lullaby holy angels guard thy bed and I 1 think in answer to your prayer those shining watchers must have protected me through all these after years much that I 1 hoped and dreamed Is yet quite unfulfilled buethe light of your love has never dimmed or died or here or yonder that blidt torch divine in spite of darkness and of storm must shine forever on the hand that lit that star of love can nevermore forget to guide and hold and heal that master hand is master of all shadows and of storms heres to you mother in memory of my cradle days in memory of my childhoods days of play in memory of the after years of triumph or dismay in memory ot of laughter of labor of love and in memory of those mystic days of sometimes strangely mingled pence and pain heres to you mother heres to you my memory of you shall be lasting and long and on this memory day my full heart la Is homing to you I 1 liss kiss yo your ur brow again today or fling a winged kiss across the miles heres to you mother heres to you I 1 for F or you I 1 give undying thanks and lift my prayer of love heres to you mother heres to you charles coke I 1 woods in houston post dispatch |