DON'T DRIVE YOUR CHILD FROM YOUR DOOR.
Copyright, 1897. by T. B Harms & Co.
Words and Music by Roger Harding.
'Tis but the same old story, of a maid who went astray;
Back to the dear old home she wandered one fair summer day;
Her father met her at the gale, in anger bade her leave:
"Your mother's dead, o'er her wayward child she never ceased to grieve;
From the shame and pain you cost us both, she slowly pined and died,
Than to see you. thus, I'd rather you were sleeping by her side."
His aged mother, standing near, came to the poor girl's aid.
And to the angry father, through her binding tears, then said:
"Don't drive your child from the door,
Pity her faults, I Implore!
Strive to protect her, by kindness correct her,
And she may sin nevermore.
Do not my pleading ignore,
Give her a chance, just one more;
Speak to her gently, as in days of yore;
Oh, don't drive your child from your door! "
his aged mother's pleadings. for her grandchild, were not vain;
The father took his daughter to his heart and home again;
By loving care and gentle deeds she soon the past effaced.
And nevermore caused a pang of grief to timse she had disgraced.
Scarce a year had passed, her father, through reverses, lost his wealth;
He was taken ill, her tender care soon nursed him back to health.
One day he called her to his side, his hand in her's, be said:
"God bless my dear old mother for those pleading words she said:- Chorus.