The Indian Advocate
Vol. XV. SEPTEMBER, 1903. No. 9
A Mother's Love.
Hast thou sounded the dephts of yonder sea,
And counted the sands, that under it be?
Hast thou measured the height of heaven above?
Then mayest thou meet out the mother's love.
Hast thou talked vith the blessed, of leading on
To the throne of God some wandering son?
Hast thou witnessed the angels' bright employ?
Then mayest thou speak of a mother's joy.
Evening and morn hast thou watched the bee
Go forth, on her errands of industry?
The bee, for herself, hath gather'd and toil'd,
But the mother's care are all for her child.
Hast thou gone with the traveler, Thought, afar,
From pole to pole, and from star to star?
Thou hast but on ocean, earth, or sea,
The heart of a mother has gone with thee.
There is not a grand, inspiring thought,
There is no truth by wisdom taught,
There is not a feeling, pure and high,
That may not be read in a mother's eye.
There are teachings on earth, and sky, and air,
The heavens, the glory of God declare;
But louder than voice beneath, above,
He is heard to speak through a mother's love.
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