Mother's Letter by Delwin Rees Buckner

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Jun 28, 1910

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 37, No. 25.

Mother's Letter

By Delwin Rees Buckner

By Delwin Rees Buckner

THIS night, O mother, I'm afar from home; The fallen acorns form my evening bread; My pillow is a rock; the turf, my bed; The only tent I have is heaven's dome; My candle-lights are rays the stars impart. I miss thy hand to calm my fevered brow; More tears than e'er before I'm weeping now. The night is what draws shadows o'er the heart. Give to the homeless one the bread I'd eat, And let him sleep upon the cot that's mine, If one should seek thy house at eventide. Greet strangers as thou wouldst have others greet That lonely, sad, and heartsick boy of thine, A wanderer, afar from mother's side.

Ambato, Ecuador.