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Tap on the Window, Mother

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Mar 9, 1916

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 93, No. 13.

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Tap on the Window, Mother

By MRS. L. D. AVERY-STUTTLE

MRS. L. D. AVERY-STUTTLE
Tap on the window, mother; Your boy is going astray; Look! Don't you see him wand'ring far, Afar from the narrow way? Oh, beckon the poor boy homeward! Why should he longer roam? Perhaps a tap on the windowpane May bring the wanderer home.
Oh, tap on the window, mother! He's going down the street; Mayhap your boy may even now Some dire temptation meet; For the world is full of evil, And the future who can tell? Ah, the path to heaven lies very close To the pathway down to hell.
Then tap on the window, mother; Your boy may hear the sound— May see your fingers beckoning him Away from enchanted ground. When he heedeth not your weeping, Though tears may fall like rain, Though his ears are deaf to the voice of prayer, Still tap on the windowpane.
Yes, tap on the window, mother; How can you give him up? How can you yield your darling boy To the snares of the drunkard's cup? Perhaps he may heed your signal, When tears are all in vain; Then add to the voice of your earnest prayer A tap on the windowpane.