St. Landry democrat. (Opelousas, La.) 1878-1894, 1889-02-16
Mother, Home and Heaven.

Mother, home and heaven, saws write,$
are three of the most beautiful words.G@
the English language And, trulv. I AIM
that they may well be called SO. WIS
word strikes so forcibly upon the heart ID
mother? Coming from childhood's SUNNI
lips, 1t has peculiar charm, for it speak,
OF one to whom they look and trust fol
protection.
A mother is the truest friend we have
when trials heavy and sudden fall upoI
US; when adversely takes the place of pros
perity when friends, who reioiced wiHs
US IN our sunshine, desert us; when troubles
thlcken around US, still will she elm
TO US, and endeavor by her kind precept#
and counsels to dissipate the clouds o
darkness and cause peace to return to on
hearts.
The kind voice of q mother has often
been the means of retaining an errin,y onf#
from the path of wickedness to a life Of
happiness and prosperity.
The lonely convict, immured in n
dreary cell, thinks of the innocent DAYS of |
his childhood, and feels that though other
friends forsake him, he has still guardian
angel watching over him, and that how
ever dark his sins may have been, they
have all been forgiven and forgotten by her.
Mother is indeed sweet name, and her
station is indeed holy one, for in her
hands are placed minds to be moulded al
most at her will-aye, fitted to shine, not
much, 1t is true, on earth, compared,
taught Alright, with the dazzling sp1enld
which awaits them in heaven.
Home! How often we hear persons
speak of the home of their childhood y
Their minds seem to delight in dwefEpA
upon the recollections of joyous days spa
beneath the parental roof, when then
young and happy hearts were as light ands
free as the birds who made the woods re-
sound wish the melody of their cheerful
voices. What blessing it is, when weary
with care and burdened with sorrow, to
have home to which we can go, and
there, in the midst of friends we love, for
get our troubles and dwell in peace and I
quietness.
Heaven that land of qa4:. rest towardss
which those who, worn down and tired T
with the tolls of earth, direct their frail
barks over the troubled waters of life. and
after long and dangerous passage find ID
safe in the haven of eternal bliss HefeHvt
is the home-st' Ghav awaits us beyond I'll
grave. There the friendships formed OF
earth, and which cruel death has severed
are never more to be broken and parted
friends shall meet again, never more to-
separated.
1t is an inspiring hope that when
separate here on earth at the summons 1
deaths angel, and when few more yea
have rolled over the heads of those n
naming, if faithful unto DEATH" vi
shall meet again in heaven, our eternaa
home, there to dwell in the presence q
our heavenly Father, to 60 no more oul
forever.
There are three words that sweetly blend, \
That on the heart are craven;
A precious soothing balm they lend
They're mother, home and heaven.
They Irvine wreath of beauteous flowers
Which, placed on memory's urn
Will cen the longest, gloemiest hours
To golden sunlight turn!
They form chain whose every link 4
Is free from base alloy;
A stream where whosoever drinks
Will find refreshing joy
They build an altar where each day
Loves offering is renewed;
And peace illumes with genial ray
Lies darkened solitude!
If from our side the first has fed
And home be but name,
Let's strive the narrow path to tread,
That we the last may gain
-Mary j. Nuekk.