THE DEVONSHIRE MOTHER

Dominion, Volume 8, Issue 2392, 23 February 1915, Page 2

THE DEVONSHIRE MOTHER

The King two called tho Devon lads and thoy bo answering fine— But shadows seem to bide this way, for for all the sun do shine, For there's Squire's son have gone for ono, and Parson's son—and mine. I mind the day mine went from me— the skies was all a'trlow— - The cows deep in our little lane was comin' home so slow— "And don't ee never grieve yourself," he said, "because I go." His arms were strong around me, then. He turned and went away— I heard the little childer dear a'eingia' at their play, The meanin' of an aching heart is hid ' from such as they. And scarce a day. goes by but now I 6et. my door ajar, And watch the road that Jan went up the time he went to "war, That when he'll come again, to me HI see him from afar. ' ■ , And' in my chimney seat o 1 nights, when quiet grows the farm, . I pray the Lord ho be not cold whiles I have fire to warm— And give the mothers humble hearts whose boys are kept from harm. And' then I take the Book and read before I seek my rest, 1 ' Of how that othor Son went forth (them parts I like the best), And loft His mother lone for Him 6he'd cuddlcd to her breast. ( * I like to think when nights were dark and Him at grayer maybe, Upon the gurt jark mountain side or in i His boat at sea, He worried just a bit for her, who'd learnt Him at her knee. And maybe when He minds her ways, He will not let Jan fall— •• I'm thinkin' He will know my boy, with his dear ways an' all— ■ With his tanned face, his eyes of blue; and he so strappin' tall. ■ Marjorie Wilson, in the "Westminster Gazette."