The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1910-04-15
MOTHER LOVE
Inscribed to the Mothers Of the Flor
ida Press Association
william L. Pabor.)

civilian T. Pabor.)
Suffer the little. children to come unto
me-" He said,
"of such Is the Ea ad1ers king Kingdom in
And He who rules in the heaven, has a
home for them above.
Him. on Judea's sunny slopes,
And the glory of His presence made
w the sunshine Of their r,,i hopes: aor
ments, each a kiss left His
While their voices joined in singing
songs Of heavens happy land.
In this sweet and simple story of the
Both the young and old find comfort
and a solace for life's woe:
tha it'll 81 tine ees Blessed love eromse 1or
And the glory of the kingdom that is
waiting them above.
But this world is full of evil and it's
shadows round them roll,
f ing ca aR o. of fA each soul %I:ef seen
They would lead to deeds of evil
through the a Highway Of deceit
out before their feet.
And who will walk with the children
to the gates that lead to light?
And who will come to the rescue, when
the powers of darkness fight?
These gentle and loving children, with
their white, unsullied years.
And the wide, wide world before them
with all it's hopes and fears?
For the road is dark that stretches
through the long lane Of the
And the pitfalls Of temptation on ev
cry hand appear,
With their simple and childish knowl-
edge they are all too young to
That beyond the flowers and sunshine
lie the shadows and the snow.
And 10! there came. one to answer;
twas a woman fair and sweet;
/ will guide their tender, feet;
For a mothers heart beats closer to
that of a little child
Than even the holy angels, in realms
of the undefiled.
"This world has its fields Of labor but
what will the harvest } .eld
IL we fail in the early al n spTT ring to
And sS h noe %if sfsa Kindergar s if
to our duty rise
Should SOW in the hearts of children
the seeds that will make them
Are they not the tender, roses that in
home gardens grow?
But worms of the pit are hidden, at
work on the roots below;
Yet a mothers loving watching and
OF Christs care upon them falling
WILL we hope, be not in vain.
Let the messengers of evil go back to
their foul retreat.
But without the little children, the
children young and sweet;
We will clasp them to our boso onns
cose na a in the odee stony they
gathered to His breast
And 10! from the azure spaces, from
out the Celestial Zone,
Came the clear, sweet sound of sing
ing, as from angels round the
Yet it seemed to bear this message
from the dear ones safe in fold
To the little, loving children, and TO
those who had grown old:
HE who in Judea's garden was the
little children's friend:
Still watches over their footsteps, as
they to His kingdom wend;
And He sends to earthly mothers the
blessing of God above,
For greater than that of angels is the
might Of Mother Love"
Brothers; let us help these hes mothers
Link it ! With the New Commandment
leash it as truth sublime
That is yet to conquer error; and, upon
49, the shores. Of Time -. ,.o,,,o,ao
till the children feel it's rays
to the land Of Hap py, DAYS:
There are roads that lead to Sorrow
there are lanes that lead to sin,
And a mothers love must guide them
lest in these they enter in.
Brothers Of the Pen, your mission is
to lend end HELMS HELP eb, hand growing
up within our land;
And / leave this farewell message
keep your printed pages clean;
Full Of golden grains of wisdom that
shall keep your memory green
When your moving finger ceases to
write down the loving words
That will be to little children sweet
as songs of hooking birds;
For the spoken word is transient, but
the written words remai in
For the healing of the nations-and
for pleasure or for pain.