The Ordway new era., 1913-09-05
Mother

lap, longing for the prattle OF babies
now grown up, waiting patiently day
by day for one who does not come,
alone, uncared for-for what is worldly
goods to affection?-but still patient,
the grandest figure in the world
mother, is uncomplainingly awaiting
the dawn.
The theme Of poets, the subject OF
essay lists, a port in trouble. aud relic
10 prosperity, she lives but to serve,
and she serves for love.
Unseldsh, forbearing, and self
sacrificing, she hides her good works
behind her children and pushes them
into the sunshine while she turks in
the shadows,
Queen of the home, it has been
truly written that when Christ left
the earth He left in His place His
nOblest wo-k-a mother.
Sing of her, ye poets! Write OF her,
We scribes! Cover her silvcred hair
with garlands and her plain old ging-
ham with glory, but don't love her
1 ithl uei az u oei Nuiil, iCStpLhtit
for trouble, nurse during sickness,
and ii handy person to have around,
but IOve--a k iss in the morning, a little
rememberance on her birthday,
Kindly word when she is tired, don't
give them to her She don't expect
1t. She's only IA work horse. Eulogize
her when she's ghne, but forget her
while she's alive.
An, yes It'll her lot Worn by the
treSs of life devotion, bowed by the
storms of maternal cares, tossed by the
winds Of unseeing youth. she Is max
Ing her last journey invent
Ing excuses for those whO dOnut come,
forgiying, though she cannnt forget
Life is strife. The song OF the aye
is hustle: the king OF the hour is gold
but the need OF the hour is love.
Nature has painted a masterpiece.
On her palette are the most beauti-
ful pigments. With the eye Of an art
list aud the hand OF a master she has
painted the world.canvas with pas
torial poem.
From base OF scintillating. dew
Kissed, emerald sward rises rugged
mountain-sheer. massive, enduring
II stamps itself upon the retina as an
uncomprnmising force.
Dawn its side blbbllng stream. an
opalescent serpent In the morning
sunshine, flows to the valley, singing
on its way. By It's side. at the base
tof the peak'a finck nf sheep are lbrows
Ing You can almost hear the bells OF
the leaders.
Standing knee-deep In its cooling
fragrance herd Of kline are lazily
fiicsing away the buzzing Insects
At the extreme right OF the scene a
tiny whisp OF smoke, curling in the
crisp air. rises from Il cottage. The
fields surrounding the cottage are
covered with fowers-not hot house
plants, but field daisies. wood viulets,
aud wild Dnppies. The whole scene is
capped aud pervaded by an essence Of
peace.
Looking mt OF your window this
morning you will see this scene.
or one Of its series. and you will ex-
claim. "How beautiful" 1t is, but
pause II moment. there Is IA more su
prrb picture TO come. The master
psice OF the One Artist.
With deft hand and master touch.
lie has painted a woman. Her face Is
II III vnr IA nIs ra
callOused and worn. Her body Is
slender and bent. Her once fair hair
is-gray. But her eyes dimmed by age.
are followed by a divine look. From
their limpid depths EN- ,nates the
divine spark, love. With simple un.
derstandTng, the painter has endowed
her with the gift Of motherhood and
she stands forth upon the canvas the
one supre me subject.
Oh, boy. Oh. girl Oh. man. Oh,
woman! Here is a picture that hangs
in your own home.
1t Is old, IL is dusty, 1t Is unframed.
But 1t Is the choicest work OF the
greatest artist. Cherish it, Handle
It gently. 1t needs so little and II is
worth SO much. 1t has not been re
touched to meet the demands OF mod
ern critics. but 1t is priceless.
Soon IL will disintegrate. because of
age and then you will try to piece It
together. but It. will be too late. So
surround it with the garlands NJ
affection, hang IL in a frame Of love.
and, when it. has become but dust, the
momory of It's beauty will envelop
your life aud the harshness OF hard
existence will be mrllowed by the
memory Of a painting.