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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Apr 11, 1912

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 89, No. 15.

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Mother

THE silvery hairs are weaving A crown above her brow, But surely mother never seemed One half so sweet as now!
The love-light beams from out her eyes As clear, as sweet and true As when, with youthful beauty crowned, Life bloomed for her all new.
No thought of self doth ever cast A cloudlet o'er the light That shines afar from out her soul, So steadfast, pure, and bright.
Her love illumines the darkest hour, Smooths all the rugged way, Makes lighter every burden, Cheers through each weary day.
More precious than the rarest gem In all the world could be, More sweet than honor, fame, and praise, Is mother's love to me. — Selected.