Children's Corner.
THE CHILDREN.
As through the morning house I go, Three little, sleepy voices dear Call "Mother, darling." soft and low, More to their own hearts than my car. Stirring within their nests like birds, Th-oy call mc over and over again ; As though the cadence of the words Pleased them like .onw old sweet refrain. Just "Motheir, darling"—that, ■no moreHearing my foot upon the stair, They call it softly o'er and o'er. Oh, what is grief and what is care? Three little bowery .rooms still keep My heart's delights so safe and warm, ' Where angels watch their innocent » sloop, Safe from the midnight and the storm. Oh, what is night and what is cold? And are tlio birds all. down away? My nest of singing birds I hold, The shortest and the longest day. As th.rough the house I come and go, Three little sleepy voices dear, Call "'Mother, darling." soft and low, More to their own hearts than my ear.
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Maoriland Worker, Volume 2, Issue 35, 3 November 1911, Page 7
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163Children's Corner. Maoriland Worker, Volume 2, Issue 35, 3 November 1911, Page 7
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