DOCTOR MOTHER

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXXV, Issue 20, 16 May 1907, Page 37

DOCTOR MOTHER

A little wound, a little ache, A little blistered thumb to take With touch of love and make it well— These things require a mother's spell. Ah, sweet the progress of the skill That scien-ce brings unto the ill ! Vast range of methods new and fine, But when our li'Ule ones repine, The mother is the very best Of doctors into service pressed ! Sunshine and air and mother's spell Of helping little lads get well, And helping little lasses, too— Here are three remedies that do So much mortf, often than the grave, j Skilled hands that tried so hard to save. For Dr. Mother, don't you know, Gives something more than skill — gives so : Much of herself ; gives, oh, so much Of love's sweet alchemy .of touch ! Upon a little wardroom bod A little curl-encircled head, A little slender hand and pale, A little lonesome, home-sick wail. Loved nursing, best of skill and care ; But, oh ! behold the wonder there,When Dr. Mother, bearing sun From where the wilding roses run, Leans down, wi'h hungering rove and kiss — There is no medicine like this ! In little child heart's hour of woe Pain, ache, or life wound's throb and throe, The Dr. Mother knows so well - The weaving of love's wonder spellJust what the little heart requires, Just.hoiw to cool the fever fires ; Just how much tenderness and cheex Will calm the little doubt and- fear. How much of tenderness will ease — Alone she knows such arts as these-? —Exchange.