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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Mar 23, 1916

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 93, No. 15.

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The Mother-Heart

By Strickland W. Gillilan

ABOUT the weary mother-feet Played ruddy children blossom-sweet. Anon their grimed hands plucked her skirts, Begging her kisses for their hurts; And oft, as wailing bade her halt, She found the selfsame lad at fault — A ceaseless worry to the rest; Yet still she loved her bad boy best.
In riper years, when at her feet No children clustered blossom-sweet, When far and near her broken brood Had broadcast borne the bond of blood, Came, mid the others’ cheering news. Tidings that set her heart abruise, Despoiling her of peace and rest; Yet still she loved her bad boy best.
O mother-heart! thy mystery Unsolved to end of time shall be! But some day, when life’s sands shall flow To their conclusion, we shall know God, on his love-built throne above, From whom comes all the mother-love With which this grateful world is blest — He willed she love her bad boy best.
— Strickland W. Gillilan.