La Junta tribune., 1913-05-10
MOTHER.
To Ny Mother, In ns"ssry
Of Mothers Day. .Msy
~, 1918.
BY william Edward Ness.


with hands folded, knitting upon her
Ian longing for the prattle Of babies
now grown up. waiting patiently day
BY day for one who docs not come.
alone. uncar.d for--for wha, is
worldly goods TO affection!--bu, still
patient. the grandcst figure In the
world mother. is uncompiainingly
awaiting the dawn.
The theme OF poets. the subject OF
essayists. port in trouble. and a
relic in prosperity. she lives but TO
serve, and she serves for love.
Uuselfish. forbearing. and xelf.sac-
rinciug. she hides her good works be-
hind 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 be left in His plaoe Ills
uoblest work-a mother.
Sing Of her, ye poetsl Writ Of
her. yc scribes, Cover her sn,ered
hair with garlands and her plain.
old gingham with glory. but don't
love her
Treat her as q servant. a rocepia.
Gle for trouble. a nurse during sick.
ness. and handy person to have
around. but loye-a kiss In the morn.
ing. little remembrance on her
birthday, kindly word when she
is tired. don't give them To her.
She don't expect H. She's only a
work horse Eulogize her when
she's gone, but forget her while
sha's alive
An. yes. 1t IL her lot. Worn by
the stress of life devotion. bowed
by the storms OF maternal cares.
tossed by the winds OF unse.iny
youth. she is making her last jour
ney-smiling, inventing excuses for
those who do not come. forgiying.
though she cannot forget.
Life is strife. The song Of the
age is hustle; the king OF the hour
il gold. but the need OF the hour is
love.
Nature has painted a masterpiece.
On her palette are the most beau.
uful pigments. With the eyo Of an
artist and the hand OF master xhe
has painted the worid-cAnyas with =
pastoral poem.
From base of scintil'iiing. dew
kissed, emerald swafd rises rugged
mouniain-shc.r. massive. enduring
1T stamps itself upon the rctina
as an unoompromising force.
Down It's side bubbling stream.
an opalcscent serpent a. the morn
ing sunshine. flows To The valley
singing on its way BY rs side. nj
the base Of the peak rork OF sheep
ar. browsing. You can lImost hear
the bells OF the leaders.
Standing kncc-dccp In is cooling
fragranc. herd Of kim are lazily
nicking away the buzzinE Insects.
At the extreme right of the scene
q tiny whisp of smoke. curl.ng In the
crisp air. rises from a oofiaKe The
fields surrounding the r0ttage are
covered with flowers-not hot house
plants Tut field daisies. wood vioiets.
and Wild poppi,s. Tn" whole scene
Is capped and peryaded by an essence
of peace.
Looking oh' OF your window this
morning and YOU VIII zee 'fis scene.
or one NJ ita series ant son will ex.
claim. "hCw t.auilnl!H u II, but
pause n moment. u.'i' 10 a more su-
perb picture to cone Tna master.
piece q TIE Que tE.is.
With DEF; hand and Iia1'gr touch.
He has painted a M5m'u Her fac.
Ia wrinkl"d and scanned l.r- hands
nrv clllru~'d and worn I',r body
IL slender a"d bent u,r nee fair
hair is-siay. Iiut h,r tos dim.
m,d by age. are haios.i by a d.
''nc look From their Lllplt DEPTHS
emanatcs the divine spark. love. with
simple understanding. tho PAINTER
mas endowed her with The gift Of
motherhood aud she stands iorth up.
on III" canvas the one supreme sub
jcct
Oh. boy Oh. girl Oh. man. Oh.
~oman' Here is picture that
hangs In your own home
II In old. II II dusty. Il Is nm.
framed. hut II Is the choices, vork
OF the greatest artist, Ch.rtsh n
Handle II gently. Il need. 40 little
and II 10 worth 10 much. IL has
not bern r~toached to NEE, the T.
mAnds OF modern critics. bu, \ y
priccicss.
Noon II will dfslntesr.,. A.s>>