WHERE’S MOTHER.

New Zealand Tablet, 30 May 1918, Page 45

WHERE’S MOTHER.

Bursting in irom school or play. This is what the children say : Trooping, crowding, big and small, On the threshold, in the hall. Joining in the constant cry. Ever as the days go by—- “ Where’s Mother?” From the weary bed of pain, This same question comes again : From the boy with sparkling eyes Bearing home the earliest prize ; From the bronzed and bearded son Perils past and honors won—- “ Where’s Mother?” Burdened with a lonely task, One -day we may vainly ask, For the comfort of her face. For- the rest of her embrace. Let us love her while we may. Well for us that we can say, Where’s Mother Mother, with untiring hands, At the post of duty stands. Patient, seeking not her own, Anxious for the good alone Of the children as they cry, Eve’- as the days go by—- “ Where’s Mother