Mother-Love

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Sep 7, 1916

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 93, No. 44.

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Mother-Love

ELIZABETH WHEELER
“Come back from the silence, dear mother, We would touch your soft tresses again; Just a smile from your eyes, serene as blue skies, Would soothe every sorrow and pain.
Come back to the fireside, mother, To the chair in the corner so still, Where the workbasket stands, awaiting dear hands, Ever ready each task to fulfil.
Come back to the hearts you love, mother, To the hearts that are longing for you; The flowers so sweet miss the sound of your feet, And seem listening for you too.
Your Bible’s close by on the shelf, mother; Its leaves are too sacred to turn; You taught us to love the Father above, And never his pleading to spurn.
We know we shall see you again, mother; When Christ comes to gather his own, We shall see your loved face, transformed by his grace, And the stars in the crown you have won.
Waukesha, Wis.