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HONOR THY MOTHEE. Honor thy mother—the dear old heart There are snowflakes on her brow ; Time hae silvered her golden hair— She*B growing feeble now. Her lips are tbin and shrunken, boy, They tremble when she speaks ; But those are the lips that kieeed the tears Prom off thy childish cheeks. Honor thy mother—l hare none now— I laid her 'neath the sod ; Among the mountains far away She's mouldering with the clod. The dearest one in ail the world— . The bravest, truest, best; I never knew her worth until We laid her down to rest. Honor thy mother—her eyes are dim, They feel life's evening shade, Yet glow with such a holy love—/ A love that cannot fade. The sands of life are running out, But feeble though sbe be, There's no one else upon this earth Will go so far for thee. Honor thy mother. You cannot walk Into a mine bo dark That her kind eyes won't see you there With nature's loving spark. You cannot enter prison cell Whose bars will keep her out; Her love will call thee innocent, Though all the world should doubt. Honor thy mother —for though the world Despise, forsake, and hate, And leave you all alone to die Outside the golden gate, Sbe will enfold you in her arms, And gather you to her breast And tell you 'mid her burning tears That you are still the best. Honor thy mother. You never knew How oft at midnight's hour She sat and watched and prayed for you Within her lonely bower 5 And bow it grieved her when she heard That you were doing wrong, While pleasure's cup was brimming o'er With fiery drink and strong. Honor thy mother. But if you must Exceed in that which kills, Away to some wild mountain where - There are laughing, rippling rills; Go learn to drink God's beverage there, And drink to Him alone. While all the time your mother dear Will pray for you at home. Honor thy mother. A little while, And then the last adieu; Soothe her last declining dayß, She smoothed life's way for you. Blessings muet follow every man— One fast upon the other— Who tries and does the best he can . To smooth life's road for mother. —Clarence (N.8.W.) Advocate.
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Thames Star, Volume XI, Issue 3600, 10 July 1880, Page 1
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385Select Poetry. Thames Star, Volume XI, Issue 3600, 10 July 1880, Page 1
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