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When Mother's Gone

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · May 6, 1909

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 86, No. 18.

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When Mother's Gone

By George Birdseye

OUR home is in a hush profound, Each room the shadows fill; How can the household wheels go round When her worn hands are still? A happiness from life has passed That nevermore can be; We've lost our first friend, and the last That e'er can love as she.
Her labor was a pleasure she In life ne'er wearied of; And meanest, homely drudgery Was all refined by love. She always made the house look fair, No murmurs marred her cheer; She ever smiled a welcome there When outer skies were drear.
Already all around us bears An unfamiliar guise; For it, alas! no longer wears The love-light of her eyes. Our lives have changed; darkness of woe Has dimmed its shining grace; For no one shall we ever know To take a mother's place.
— George Birdseye.