THE MOTHER.

Observer, Volume XXXV, Issue 50, 21 August 1915, Page 11

THE MOTHER.

With pangs, bow glad! I bore him, And bathed him with a motliei s (Co.mS a 'bS, come back, my boy!) \nd oh! so tall and splendid Hewasjheeeemedtogiw From boyhood in a single dgV I shuddered when I heard him .say . "Of course, I'll have to go. I thrilled to know I bore him; His laugh rang clear and true. Though mother hearts may ache and Who'd bl dfi : c gainsay the simple creed: . . , ~, "We'll have to see it through! He was so tall aud splendid, So vital, strong of will: So straight and firm he used to It seemeTtbat death could ne'er command ~,,,, That bounding pulse Be still!From boy to man—to hero; From hero into clay! ■ "Of course," he said, "I'll have to I dared not falter, "No;" And then he sailed away! He was so tall and splendid— So clean of limb and mmd!. Pride softens grief witii Aye who lose, I pity most those mothers whose Sng sons have stayed behind! . Melbourne "Herald."