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A MOTHER’S WORDS.

[When the elder children were around me, ■ And needed my every care, Noisy and rough with cloth-rent knees And tumbled, wind-tossed hair ; I often thought when they were grown. How free my life would be ; .Then I could rest and they could work And lift all care from me. But now my boy so bearded I hardly seem to know, [He’s half-ashamed to kiss my cheek, 'And afar in the world must go. [My girls, though loving in their way, Have grown so very tall — And seem so strange—l often sigh And wish that they were small. Ah ! mothers, when you are weary, And the children seem to crowd, [When they seek you in their troubles, Or their glad tones are too loud, Think not of that far future. When they may help you rest. Enjoy the present happy days. While they love mother best. ’ *

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Southern Cross, Southern Cross, Volume 15, Issue 21, 7 September 1907

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A MOTHER’S WORDS. Southern Cross, Volume 15, Issue 21, 7 September 1907

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