Palisadian., 1925-04-17

Z-Zealous endeavor to develop
more intelligent, sympathetic parent
hood by showing the Importance of
the task of producing race of physic-
ally fit, mentally alert, socially helpful
and spiritually minded citizens.
Every president of local associa-
tion and each district leader might
clip this arrangement of the National
Work" and put in their loose leaf
note book, for future references-you
will find it wonderful help.
Watch next week for an alphabet
ical arrangement of the Local Asso-
Citations in Bergen County, with the
name of the press chairman of each
association. We have enough asso-
Citations to go through the alphabet
twice.
OF course, if your association and
your press chairman is not listed, it
will not be because they-are not on
my list.
A BIT OF VERSE
The following verse" attracted my
attention and furnished great food
for thought. Will you read first the
"Song of a Fearful Mother? 1t is
the fearful mothers" who let their
daughters drift away from them who
make the gulf and help widen it. In
their fear Of estrangement, of the
ever widening gulf they lose sight of
their golden opportunities" to make
of their aughters-friends and
chums. In anticipating gloom they
fail to realize the joy at hand.
SONG OF A FEARFUL MOTHER
am afraid, my daughter
(You are so slim and fair),
Afraid of the sudden beauty
Caught in the coils of your hair;
Afraid of the bird-like motion
That gives your body grace,
Afraid of the solemn sweetness
That stalks across your face.
Som etimes at night l waken
Thinking 1 hear your cries,
Only to lie and listen,
Darkness against my eyes.
Tenderly would I shield you
From lifes uncertainty,
Tenderly stand between you
And grief's black sea.
Once when my bosom fed YOU
In the dear long ago,
Fear held me tense and rigid,
Stopping the nipples flow;
Fear that the years should find us
Strangers beneath one roof,
We who were closely woven
AS warp of the loom and woof.
Now as l look upon you,
Wrapped in your fierce young pride,
There is a gulf between us,
Growing each day more wide.
l am afraid my daughter,
am afraid, afraid!
Is there no common language
For a woman and a maid?
SONG OF A CHEERFUL MOTHER
(M M. Mack's version of Vivian Lar
amore's "Song of Fearful Mother.")
l am glad, my daughter
(You are so slim and fair),
Glad of the bright beauty
In your dear eyes and hair;
Glad of the bird-like motion
That gives your body grace,
Glad of the girlish sweetness
That shines in your dear face.
Sometimes at night I waken,
Thinking I hear your cries,
Stepping softly to your bed
l press kisses on your eyes.
My dearest, I would shield you
From everything that harms,
Always you'll find safe harbor
In Mothers loving arms.
Once when my bosom fed you,
"My gift from God above"
l asked Him to make me worthy
OF such an angels love.
Am sure the years will find us
Living beneath one roof,
We've been as closely woven
AS warp of the loom and woof.
When I look upon you,
Wrapped in your fierce young pride,
l ask Gods blessing on you
AS l walk proudly by your side.
1 am so glad. my daughter.
Why, I've never been afraid,
For we've learned the common Ian
guage
OF a woman and maid.
My version of the above verse" is
of and for the cheerful mother who
seeks and finds all brightness and
joy for her daughter and herself, and
cheerfully passing it on to others.
The cheerful mother is so eager, so
busy reaching out for joy and hap
piness for her daughter, that she does
not even see gloom as he passes by,
seeking his prey elsewhere.
Let us all be cheerful mothers.