The Home Circle by Herald; Presbyter

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · May 27, 1889

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 15, No. 20.

The Home Circle.

By Herald; Presbyter

MAKE YOUR MOTHER HAPPY.

CHILDREN, make your mother happy; Make her sing instead of sigh, For the mournful hour of parting May be very, very nigh.

Children, make your mother happy; Many griefs she has to bear, And she wearies 'neath her burdens— Can you not the burdens share?

Children, make your mother happy; Prompt obedience cheers the heart, While a willful disobedience Pierces like a poisoned dart.

Children, make your mother happy; On her brow the lines of care Deepen daily—don't you see them?— While your own are smooth and fair.

Children, make your mother happy; For beneath the coffin-lid All too soon her face, so saint-like, May forevermore be hid.

Bitter tears and self-upbraiding Cannot bring her back again, And remorseful memories Are a legacy of pain.

Oh, begin to-day, dear children; Listen when your mother speaks; Tender, quick, and sweet obedience For your highest good she seeks.

She loves you better than all others, And for your sake herself denies; Always patient, prayerful, tender, Ever thoughtful, true and wise.

Remember while you live, dear children, Tho' you search the rounded earth, You'll never find a friend more faithful Than the one who gave you birth. —Herald and Presbyter.