TRIBUTE TO A MOTHER by Lord Macaulay

Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, Cal. · May 13, 1875

TRIBUTE TO A MOTHER

By Lord Macaulay

Children, look into those eyes, listen to that dear voice, notice the feeling of even a single touch of that hand! Make much of it while you have that most precious of all good gifts, a loving mother. Read the unfathomable love in those eyes, and the kind anxiety of that tone and look, however slight your pain. In after-life you may have friends, fond, dear, kind, friends; but never will you have again the inexpressible love and gentleness lavished upon you which none but a mother bestows. Often do I sigh in my struggles with the hard, uncaring world, for the sweet deep security I felt when of an evening, nestling in her bosom, I listened to some quiet tale, suitable to my age, read in her tender and untiring voice. Never can I forget her sweet glances cast upon me when I appeared asleep; never her kiss of peace at night. Years have passed away since we laid her beside my father in the old church yard; yet still her voice whispers from the grave, and her eyes watch over me, as I visit spots long since hallowed to the memory of my mother.—Lord Macaulay.