The Home Circle.

Southern Cross, Volume 2, Issue 10, 9 June 1894, Page 10

The Home Circle.

[Conducted i;t LINDA.] TO MOTHER. Search the north, search the south, search the east, search the west, Search nature, and nature’s gems, over, Xn this world that is crust, in this world that is blest, "What is it at last we discover ? That the purest of gems, that the brightest ot lights, That the light that enlightens all others, That the bird that sings sweetest from morning till night, Is the love of a true-hearted mother. Oh, kind is the glimpse ol the sun’s walc’ning rav As he warms the cold breath ot the night, Oh, sweet is the spirit that heralds love’s day To the heart, » ngiiig “ Let there be light.” Oh, true is the Earn ot yon bright evening star . As she lights some poor earth • wand ring brother ; IBut dearer to hearts than all these by far Is the sweet, wistful smile of a mother. ’Tie the love that first loved ,ue, ’tis the last that will perish In this life passed in sorrows and joys. All other love for self may be cherished, But hers is pure love unalloy’d. Search the north, search the south, search the east, search the west, Search nature, and nature’s gems, over In this world that is curst, iu this world that is blest, Sought so pure as the love of a mother. The flowers may forget the sunbeams that kissed them "When dewdrops fall soft on their breast. Gay youth may forgtt the first voice that blest them When try minions caressed. But wait, wait till life’s icy tempests do blow; ’Tis then, then at last we discover That the greatest of treasures, of blessings below !• the love of a true-hearted mother. Wandkkkr.