THE MOTHERS OF THE WORLD.

White Ribbon, Volume 21, Issue 247, 18 January 1916, Page 6

THE MOTHERS OF THE WORLD.

(Charles M. Sheldon.) The things that linger longest in the heart, The thoughts that never vanish when we roam, The friendships that are never torn apart, Are those that centre longest ’round the home. The deepest joys, the happiest hours we know, Are those which cost us only what we give Of happiness to others here below, This is the truest life that we can live. We strive and struggle to succeed, and pass Our fellows in the hurrying daily race; And oh, how often burn our hearts, alas I With envy of our neighbour’s wealth and place. And Time goes on relentlessly to prove How vain are all the clamour and the strife, Compared with quiet and enduring love — The greatest thing for every human life. Forgotten are the deeds that men call great, Forgotten are the kings in battle met, Lost to the memory an empire’s fate, Hut there are things the heart cannot forget. As long as earth shall last, it cannot lose The vision of a home of simple bliss; As long as men shall have the power to choose, They cannot choose a better thing than this. And when the end shall come, as come it must To every one of us no.h young and old, The pomp and fashion shall be “dust to dust,’’ And worthless lie the silver and the gold.

Hut we shall learn the lesson of the years, And learn what makes a nation small or great, And say, with gratitude, while fall our tears, “That mothers of the world control its fate.’’ —“The Congrcgationalist.”