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MY MOTHER'S BIBLE
THIS book is all that's left me now,
Here is our family tree;
My mother's hands this Bible clasped,
She, dying, gave it me.
Ah! well do I remember those
Whose names these records bear;
Who round the hearthstone used to close,
After the evening prayer,
And speak of what these pages said In tones my heart would thrill! Though they are with the silent dead, Here are they living still!
My father read this holy book
How calm was my poor mother's look,
Again that little group is met
Thou truest friend man ever knew,
When all were false, I found thee true,
The mines of earth no treasures give
George Pope Morris
I HAVE two sons, wife
Two and yet the same;
The one is bearded, sunburnt, grim, and fights across the sea,
The other is a little child who sits upon your knee.
One is fierce and cold, wife,
As the wayward deep;
Him no arms could hold, wife,
Him no breast could keep.
He has tried our hearts for many a year, not broken them; for he
Is still the sinless little one that sits
One may fall in fight, wife,
Is he not our son?
Pray with all your might, wife,
Pray for the dark, rough soldier, who fights across the sea,
Because you love the little shade who smiles upon your knee.
One across the foam, wife,
But this one at home, wife,
Cannot die at all.
They both are only one; and how thankful should we be,
We cannot lose the darling son who sits upon
MOTHER TO SON
BEFORE I knew the love of man
When I said, "Jesus meek and mild,"
I nursed the kitten on my knee,
And nursed you where no eye could see.
Your hands were beating at my breast,
But birth's a swift thing, swiftly done,
Think you that life can give you shame
Which sears not me with poisoned sting.
Keep that proud body fine and fair,
For my love make no woman weep,
To you, go thread them for a song.
Irene Rutherford McLeod
I'm quite alone in all the world, Into such bright sharp pain of anguish hurled
I cannot pray wise comfortable things; Death's plunged me deep in hell, and given me wings
For terrible strange vastnesses; no hand