p. 13 | Thy Mother by Kate Hogan

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D.C. · Mar 25, 1915

Thy Mother

By Kate Hogan

LEAD thy mother tenderly Down life's steep decline; Once her arm was thy support, Now she leans on thine.

See upon her loving face Those deep lines of care? Think—it was her toil for thee Left that record there.

Ne'er forget her tireless watch Kept by day and night, Taking from her step the grace, From her eyes the light.

Cherish well her faithful heart, Which through weary years Echoed, with its sympathy, All thy smiles and tears.

Thank God for thy mother's love, Guard the precious boon; For the bitter parting hour Cometh all too soon.

When thy graceful tenderness Loses power to save, Earth will hold no dearer spot Than thy mother's grave.

— Kate Hogan.