Show k U S 5 U N D AY MAY m A Y ii ii A tribute I 1 offer to mother she who Is dearer to me than all of the worlds high honors or treasures ot of land or sea As fair a as the dawn of morning Swe sweet as the fragrance of tender gentle and patient Is IB she whose praises I 1 fling 0 oft in the days of 0 ray my childhood when the twilight hour drw drew fligh round the cottage door I 1 listened az As she sang eang her lullaby in the after years whoa when griet grief and pain pressed closely tupou any heart she changed the shadows to sunshine by affections magic art oh dear to my heart Is my mother tho furrowed her once smooth brow though the fingers once so active are tired and toll scarred MOW dear tor for her salce sake are all mothers the old the young and the gay As aa we give them praise and honor on oil this our motters niota mot bers ere day may god watch oer all the dear mothers may he comfort cheer and blem and brighten iff alte Bs declining houra houn alth blossoms blos sonis ol of happiness ind and when in tho the hush of lifes twilight the sun stra of life goeth down may the bright anglea bear thom them homeward and bring them the starry crown by ETTA W ROSS loka ioka |