A MOTHER'S LAMENT.
My Son: ■. *./■■•■■ ' . , I saw you go—and felt you took with ' you the best that was in me—my love —my prayers —my tenderness! Oft in the night I woke" with stifled breath and felt that you hod gone —ne'er to return. I prayed—oh! how I prayed that God would give you back to me. .. ( ■ • My eon! ■'■ ■ One night a vision,came—l saw the ; -Master's' form and heard His voice, "Daughter, ha.ye faith—thy son, is in My hands. Of what avail your prayers if faith, you Jack ?" and so I leave you in our Father's care, My son—my son. -H.E.M.S. Public Opinion.
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Evening Post, Volume XCIII, Issue 89, 14 April 1917, Page 16
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102A MOTHER'S LAMENT. Evening Post, Volume XCIII, Issue 89, 14 April 1917, Page 16
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