MOTHER'S LOVING WORDS.
Copyright, 1894, by Morris H. Ware.
By Charles A. Ware.
A fond and loving mother brings her children up with care,
A noble boy and sweet-faced "I'll are they;
With tireless hands she labors hard, that they may every way
be a comfort when her head is old and gray.
Mo thought is on her mind of a future so unkind,
As would bring a sigh of sorrow from her breast;
So, with trustful love and pride, she kneels at their bedside,
Praying angels fair to soothe her darling's rest.
Angels ever bright and fair, receive a mother's prayer:
God, guard my children through the night and coming day-
Are the loving words dear mother's heart will say.
If all the world's unkind to you, and friendship be denied,
Should you become forsaken or reviled,
A mother's love will cling to you and call you to her side,
For she never will forget you are her child.
Not your sister's love, or brother's, can compare with your dear mother's,
Even father may refuse to hear your name;
But if you are distressed, lay your head on mother's breast,
And her love and prayer for you will be the same.- Chorus.