THE MOTHER’S GIFT.
My little babe! God grant thy
tender feet On Life’s rough road be never
bruised or sore. These tiny hands be strong some day to meet The common ills mankind has met before.
My stalwart boy! With wouderopen eyes, Peering into the future. Oh, may you Press forward valiant, while tby mother sighs, And, broken-hearted, sees you pass from view.
Oh, Mother’s man! Calm, resolute and strong ; In Life’s stern battle you shall take your place, Eager for good, first in the busy throng, And keen to win an honourable place.
Oh, soldier son ! With uudirainished fire Marching away for Umpire and for King, While I, the Mother, sit beside the pyre Of joys half dead and hopes ail smouldering.
Oh, babe of mine! I give you freely too ; God grant you strength to strike —straight, stern and swift. The sorrowing mother who gave life to you Sends to the King her baby as a gift.
CI.AUDii L. Jkwkll,
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Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXVII, Issue 1353, 28 January 1915, Page 4
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162THE MOTHER’S GIFT. Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXVII, Issue 1353, 28 January 1915, Page 4
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