POETRY. THE MOTHER'S CHARGE

Te Aroha News, 26 November 1887, Page 7

POETRY. THE MOTHER'S CHARGE

"Take this child and nurse it for me, and I will give tlieo thy wages."— Exodus ii. 9.

" Take this child and nurse it for Me ;," Thus the kindly princess spoke, As the lovely weeping: in/ant In her breast sort pity woke. " Take this child and nurse it for Me," Loving mother, hear God say, '"Tis a jewel I confide thee— Do not cast the gem away." " Take this child and nurse it for Me ; " Shrink not from the holy task ; Help and guidance will bo given By your Father, if yon ask. Tell the little one of Jesus, How He died Irs soul to free ,' Let him bear of God's compassion,. Seated on his mother's knee. Let no harsh nor hasty spirit Rudely ciush the tender shoot, Nor an over-weening fondness, Hinder you the weeds t' uproot* View that lad in convict prison, See that lovely girl a wreck ; Miseries perhaps averted, By kind words or timely check. " Take this child and nurse it for Me ;n; n Think— within your loving arms, There may he the mighty statesman, Or the orator that charms : Better still, the gifted preacher, Winning thousands ior his Lord, Or the patient missionary, Lab'ring hard in fields abroad. " Take this child and nurse it for Mo ;" Fathers, mothers, oh arise ! With a gentle, loving firmness. Rear your children for the skies. Fearless launch them on life's ocean, Having well performed your part, With the Saviour for their " Captain," And the Bible for their chart.