MOTHER.
Hobody knows of the woik it makes To keep the home together, Nobody knows of the steps it takes,
Nobody knows—but mctber. Nobody listens to childish woes, Which kisses only gmother ; Nobody's pained by naughty blowsNobody's hnrt like mother! Nobody knows of the sleepless care Bestowed on baby, brother. Nobody knows of the tender prayer, Nobody—only mother. Nobody knows of the lessons taught Of loving one another ; Nobody knows of the patience sough.t, Nobody—only mother. Nobody knows of the anxious fears, Lest darlings may not weather The storm of life in after years, Nobody knows—but mother. Come, let us kneel at the throne above
To thank the Heavenly Father For that sweetest gift—a mother's loveThe love of our own sweet mother! —Rose Terry. Cooke.
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Lake County Press, Issue 2697, 30 August 1917, Page 5
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125MOTHER. Lake County Press, Issue 2697, 30 August 1917, Page 5
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