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WHEN SHE WAS NEAR

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Apr 3, 1901

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 27, No. 14.

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WHEN SHE WAS NEAR.

By Nixon Waterman

My mother's heart was honey, And her kiss was sweetest balm, And tho the world was full of storm, Her lap was full of calm. Her arms and breast were filled with rest, Her smile was full of joy, And life was dear when she was near, And I a little boy.
The world is full of golden gifts, And yet my spirit sighs Between the gracious long agoes And happy by and byes. I am a-weary of the cares That fill the lives of men; I would I were a little child Within those arms again;
For my mother's heart was honey, And her kiss was sweetest balm, And tho the world was full of storm, Her lap was full of calm. Her arms and breast were filled with rest, Her smile was full of joy, And life was dear when she was near, And I a little boy.
—Nixon Waterman.