DON'T FORGET TO GREET THE LOVED ONES.
By Eliza Jones
WHEN the morning sunlight gleaming
Wakes each sleeping bud and flower,
And your own eyes ope' from dreaming,
Glad to greet the morning hour,
Take the sunbeams for your motto,
Greet the loved ones, one and all;
Never mind the trials coming,
God can sift them very small. Don't forget to greet the loved ones,
Every morning, noon, and night;
These are treasures bound for heaven;
Moth and rust can never blight. Kiss the lips of her who ever
Bears the burdens of the day;
Better that she sees you cherish
Such a tender, thoughtful way.
See the baby's bright eyes dancing
As they speak its fond delight;
Kiss the rosy lips at parting;
You may find them cold at night. And at noon and still at evening
Greet the loved ones, one and all,
From the aged mother, bending,
To the grandchild, timid, small;
Boisterous boy and smiling daughter,
All will bear a happier day,
All will sleep a sweeter slumber,
For this tender, loving way. Don't forget to greet the loved ones,
Morning, noon, and dewy eve,
Treasures bound on earth for heaven
Angels' fingers gladly weave.