Send Them to Bed With a Kiss by New Orleans Picayune

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Oct 3, 1912

Send Them to Bed With a Kiss

By New Orleans Picayune

O MOTHERS, so weary, discouraged, Worn out with the cares of the day, You often grow cross and impatient, Complain of the noise and the play; For the day brings so many vexations, So many things going amiss; But mothers, whatever may vex you, Send the children to bed with a kiss.

The dear little feet wander often, Perhaps, from the pathway of right; The dear little hands find new mischief To try you from morning till night; But think of the desolate mothers Who'd give all the world for your bliss, And, as thanks for your infinite blessings, Send the children to bed with a kiss.

For some day their noise will not vex you, The silence will hurt you far more; You will long for their sweet, childish voices, For a sweet, childish face at the door; And to press a child's face to your bosom,— You'd give all the world just for this. For comfort 'twill bring you in sorrow, Send the children to bed with a kiss. — New Orleans Picayune.