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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Mar 12, 1908

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 85, No. 11.

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Your Boy

By L. D. SANTEE

L. D. SANTEE
Not all the treasures of wealth and grace, Were they down before you cast, Would you take for one smile of your darling's face, Did you know it would be the last.
Not all the gems of the richest mart, The treasures of sea or shore, Would buy one throb of that loving heart, Did you know it would beat no more.
Perchance the day may sometime come When your darling is lying low, And you, in a saddened, empty home, To your duties listless go; Ah, how will it soothe the weary mind, And soften your grief and woe, To know that your words have been soft and kind To your boy that is lying low;
And to know as you stood by his ridge of clay, As the sun was going down, You had sweetened the life of the child's brief day, With a smile, instead of a frown!
O, gentle mother, while he is given As a precious gift to you, Give to your boy a taste of heaven, By a love that is warm and true!
Chicago, Ill.