The Little Torments.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXVII, Issue XXII, 30 November 1901, Page 1059

The Little Torments.

‘O, mother, get my bonnet, do, I want to go to play;” And hurry, mother, tie my shoe. Or Jane will run away.”

“O, mother, do untie this string. It’s in a hateful knot, And tell me where I put my’ sling, I really have forgot.”

Mother, see here; my dress is loose I wish you’d hook it up;” Oh, dear, I want a drink so bad; Ma, reach me down a cup.”

I’ve cut my finger, mother, oh. Do tie a rag upon it;” And, mother, here, do sew this string Again upon my bonnet.”

Thus hour by hour, and day by day. These little things intrude— Till many a mother’s anxious heart Is wearied and subdued.

Yet not on earth can there be found. Through all life’s varied plan, A nobler, greater work than hers Who rears an honest son.

(L.OUIE HESELWOOD. age 15 years.)