"I'M SORRY.”

White Ribbon, Volume 21, Issue 247, 18 January 1916, Page 7

"I'M SORRY.”

FOR MOTHERS. Throughout a long and tiring day, my son, A loveable, but most mischievous one, W itn disobedience and noisy play Vexed me, until my patience giving way, I marched the young offender off to bed, Waiting beside him till his prayer was said, Then, turning a deaf ear unto his plea, “O, mother, mother darling, do kiss me.” 1 left him. and resumed some work begun, And for a space forget my naughty son. Hut in the restful peace of eventide My anger and impatience having died, Remembering his plea, 1 sought his room, Tip toeing softly through the silent gloom, Fearing to wake, yet loth for him to miss, Even in slumberland his good night kiss. Hut, as I bent above my laddie’s face, Lo! 1 was ’prisoned in the child’s embrace ; And, as I smoothed the damp hair on his brow, He sobbed repentantly, “I’m sorry, now.” He had not slept—how could he when unblest! I drew the tear-wet face close to my breast And kissed him fondly, then away l crept, For with that seal of peace the laddie slept. Pardoned and blest, in sweet contentment he Had closed his eyes, and slumbered peacefully, Whilst I, as one who had new light received, on the* thoughts my soul had just conceived, Could human love condone more than Divine ? God’s great heart be less pitiful than mine ? And my soul answered, No! w hen Death doth come, And we, too, sorry, grieving in the gloom,

Longing, like a reprnan: little child With God, Our Father to be reconciled. Shrinking among the shadows we shall hear His voice, and feel his presence drawing near; And though we may not see Him, our alarms Will vanish when the Everlasting Arms Close round us. Then, ah ! then, forgiven, We too, shall sweetly sleep, at peace with Heaven.