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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Oct 19, 1916

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 93, No. 52.

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By Anna B. Bryant

The pink little fingers are strong and brown That clung so tight to their mother’s gown; The dear little pattering, stumbling feet Race all day in the field and street; The nimble tongue like a mocking bird’s, Lisp no longer in baby words; But a little child at the heart is he, As home he runs to his mother’s knee.
The brave young shoulders are squared and strong To carry burdens and right the wrong; His back is sturdy and soldier-straight; Never it bends to fear or fate. Bright and buoyant and brave and free— Where is the child at the mother’s knee? Ah, home he comes from the heights of will! Her tallest boy is her “baby” still.
Out in the world we fare, elate, And fling our challenge to time and fate; We are young, we are strong, we are glad, we are gay, And we scoff at the cares of the toilsome way; But the tempest gathers, or fortune stuns— “Like as a mother” the promise runs! Children at heart, with our hurts and harms, We long for the Everlasting Arms! —Anna B. Bryant.