Send Them to Bed With a Kiss
O MOTHERS, so weary, discouraged,
Worn out with the cares of the day,
You often grow cross and impatient,
Complain of the noise and the play;
For the day brings so many vexations,
So many things going amiss;
But, mothers, whatever may vex you,
Send the children to bed with a kiss! The dear little feet wander often,
Perhaps, from the pathway of right;
The dear little hands find new mischief
To try you from morning till night;
But think of the desolate mothers,
Who'd give all the world for your
bliss,
And, as thanks for your infinite blessings,
Send the children to bed with a kiss! For some day their noise will not vex
you,
The silence will hurt you far more;
You will long for the sweet children
voices,
For a sweet childish face at the door,
And to press a child's face at your
bosom,
You'd give all the world for just this;
For the comfort 'twill bring you in
sorrow,
Send the children to bed with a kiss! — The New Orleans Picayune.