The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1914-05-10
A Flower for the Mothers
Of all the World.

Mother Dear, sacred name and
sweet!
The heighth and depth and deathless-
ness of perfect mother love.
We take her tender daily care, Just as
the thoughtless flowers
Look up to God GCr daily light, be-
cause we know tbs ours.
But when we miss. from heart and
life, the comfort of her care,
Then we must learn to live without
her presence and her prayer.
IT'S then the name of mother is to us
holy thing;
And, lowering low. we seem to feel
the shelter of a wing.
Lizzie Harding Underwood.
THE Lord could not be everywher-
so He made mothers"
1t was a Jewish Rabbi VIZ 81 I'd
this.
And it was another Jew, One Of the
line of David, Who from the Cross
looked upon his mother, whom He was
so soon to leave, and then upon the
Beloved Disciple. and said: woman,
behold thy SON. Then to the dis
ciple: Behold thy mother"
In that last agony, the vision of the
glory that awaited Him, did not dim
the love for her who had borne Him
in a stable, in the City of Bethlehem.
1t is the same Christ spirit and the
same mother spirit-the Christ spirit
that babe his friend take care of His
mother, whom He was leaving; and
the mother spirit that sent Mary,
weeping, away from the cross to the
home of John, whom Jesus so loved
that lives today, as it lived two thou
sand years ago. in far Judea.
Scripture tells us that from that
hour that disciple took her unto his
own home"
John cared for the mother Of his
Friend.
Sometimes. after the dear hands
have been folded and the tired eyes
closed. we place monuments to our
mothers, and cover the mounds with
flowers.
But someone has said: THE best
monument that alchild can raise to his
mothers memory is that Of a clean
upright life, such as she would have
rejoiced to see her son live"
And another writer has said: mo
work in the world pays like mother
work
Today we come to give to Her
your mother and mine-the bloom of
our tribute. Every day is Mothers
Day all the world over. We do not
need any special day, perhaps, to re-
mind us of the priceless treasure Of
her love. But 1t is good that a spec
ial day be set aside in mothers mem
ory-either the mother living or the
mother in Heaven-because then per
haps we shall think, too, of other
mothers, old mothers, friendless moth
ers. a frail mother, whose sons are
not here for them to lean upon, and
thinking on this, it may be that we
shall go out into the highways and
the byways of life, and finding these
mothers, faint and weary, shall give
to them*one blossom from the chap
let that we lay upon our mothers
grave. Or If, by some good chance
and blessing we do not deserve, we
have our mother with us still, from
that bouquet OF fragrant flowers we
have brought to her, with deepest
love, let us take one flower and give
to some other mother, who has no
strong arm to scatter flowers about
her pathway.
The following beautiful words are
from the pen of an American poet. L.
J. Dickinson, and are almost beautiful
enough to be tribute to Mother:
LAS once you stroked my thin and
silver hair.
So / stroke yours now at the set of
sun.
1 watch your lettering mind, its
days work done.
AS once you watched with forward
looking care
My totterinS feet. I love you as
should.
Stay with me; lean on me; Til make
no sign.
was your child, and now time
makes you mine.
Stay With me vet a while at home, and
do me good"