p. 94 | The Home Circle by Francis L. Keeler

Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Feb 22, 1883

The Home Circle.

By Francis L. Keeler

SOME MOTHER'S CHILD.

At home or away, in the alley or street, Wherever I chance in the wide world to meet A girl that is thoughtless, or boy that is wild, My heart echoes softly, "Tis some mother's child."

And when I see those o'er whom long years have rolled, Whose hearts have grown hardened, whose spirits are cold, Be it woman all fallen, or man all defiled, A voice whispers sadly, "Ah, some mother's child."

No matter how far from the right she had strayed; No matter what inroads dishonor had made; No matter what elements cankered the pearl; Though tarnished and sullied, she's somebody's girl.

No matter how wayward his footsteps have been; No matter how deep he has sunken in sin; No matter how low is his standard of joy— Though guilty and loathsome, he's somebody's boy.

That head hath been pillowed on some tender breast; That form hath been wept o'er, those lips have been pressed. That soul hath been prayed for, in tones sweet and mild; For her sake, deal gently with "some mother's child." —Francis L. Keeler.