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THE QUEEN OF HOME

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Jan 29, 1902

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 28, No. 5.

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“THE QUEEN OF HOME.”

HONOR that dear old mother. Time has scattered snowflakes on her brow, plowed deep furrows on her cheeks, but is she not sweet and beautiful now? The lips are thin and shrunken; but those are the lips which have kissed a hot tear from the childish cheeks, and they are the sweetest lips in the world. The eye is dim, yet it glows with the soft radiance that can never fade. Ah, yes, she is a dear old mother. The sands of life are nearly run-out; but, feeble as she is, she will go further and reach down lower for you than any other person upon earth. You can not enter a prison whose bars will keep her out. You can never mount a scaffold too high for her to reach, that she may kiss and bless you in evidence of her deathless love. When the world shall despise and forsake you, when it leaves you by the wayside to die unnoticed, the dear old mother will gather you in her feeble arms, and carry you home, and tell you all your virtues until you almost forget your soul is disfigured by vices. Love her tenderly and cheer her declining years with holy devotion.—Anon.