Mother, Home and Heaven

Leading up to Mother’s Day, I will post poetry and essays from my rather battered old copy of Mother, Home and Heaven. All content from this book will be tagged “Mother Home Heaven” so that you can easily identify the source of these wonderful tributes to Mother. The book is illustrated, but in order to pair an illustration with each poem or article I will include similar vintage illustrations or antique photographs that likewise celebrate Mother and home life; use them as inspiration for home made Mother’s Day gifts and cards, or in scrapbooking.

The Holy Family Mother by L. Knaus

Illustration from Mother, Home and Heaven. A beautiful steel engraving that you can use as free Mother's Day clip art. The original caption for this illustration: Mother. From a Photograph of the original Painting, the Holy Family, painted for the Empress of Russia by L. Knaus.

Golden Thoughts on Mother, Home and Heaven. From Poetic and Prose Literature of All Ages and All Lands.

With an Introduction by Rev. Theo. L. Cuyler, D.D.

‘Tis a mother’s large affection
Hears with a mysterious sense,—
Breathings that escape detection
Whisper faint, and fine inflection
Thrill in her with power intense.
Childhood’s honeyed words untaught
Hiveth she in loving thought,
Tones that never thence depart.
For she listens—with her heart.

~Laman Blanchard

All that I am or hope to be I owe to my mother.

~Abraham Lincoln.


(Written Expressly For This Work)

By Fanny J. Crosby

The light, the spell-word of the heart,
Our guiding star in weal or woe,
Our talisman–our earthly chart—
That sweetest name that earth can know.

We breathed it first with lisping tongue
When cradled in her arms we lay;
Fond memories round that name are hung
That will not, cannot pass away.

We breathed it then, we breathe it still,
More dear than sister, friend, or brother;
The gentle power, the magic thrill,
Awakened at the name of mother.

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Girl with Black Cat

Happy Friday the 13th!

In this 19th century cabinet card studio portrait, a young girl sits with her beloved black cat. A charming antique photograph from my personal collection.

Vintage Cabinet Card Photograph of a Girl Holding a Black Cat

Vintage Cabinet Card of a Girl Holding a Black Cat.

Click on the image for a larger view. For more information about the cabinet card format, refer to this Wiki article on the subject:

This image is from my personal collection of cabinet cards and can probably be safely used for personal arts & crafts projects; permission is not granted for mass-reproduction or redistribution of the image itself. It may be used on blogs with credit to and a link back as your source.


Easter Flowers, Illustrated Victorian Poem for Easter Time

What happens to the floral decorations after the celebrations are over? Why not draw inspiration after this charming children’s poem and take them to a senior center or hospital where they may provide much needed cheer. You may also find the floral symbolism in Easter Flowers to be of interest, and may also refer to this article for more information about flower meanings.

This Easter poem was published in Harper’s Young People, March 27, 1888. Illustrated with the original cover illustration, “Easter Flowers”, drawn by Jessie Shepherd that you can use as clip art.

Easter Flowers Lilies Victorian Illustration

Girl whispers to the Easter lilies in this Victorian illustration for the poem "Easter Flowers". Click on the image for a larger version that you may use as free Easter clip art.

Easter Flowers

By Mary B. Waterman

“We are going to church,” smiled the lily;
“We are going to church,” smiled the rose;
“Then I certainly think,” said the pert little pink,
“We should wear our prettiest clothes.

“So, heliotrope, put on your lilac;
And, crocus, your bright yellow vest;
Sweet violets, you must wear bonnets of blue,
While the rose shall in crimson be dressed.

“Our lily shall don her white satin,
And in white, too, the calla be seen,
While the hyacinth fair shall wear pink in her hair,
And the smilax have ribbons of green.”

The passion-flower tremblingly whispered,
With eyes looking tearful and sad,
“For me there’s no room: I speak only of gloom;
In garments of grief I am clad.”

Then the bright Easter lily looked upward,
While her smile the whole garden illumed.
“Oh, dear little sister, there ne’er had been Easter
If passion-flowers never had bloomed.”

The church bells were joyfully ringing
When out of the garden they passed,
And down through the porch and into the church,
Till they came to the altar at last.

They climbed over archway and pillar,
They nestled in baskets of moss;
The rose found a place in a beautiful vase,
And the passion-flower clung to a cross.

And they swayed to the breeze of the organ,
That sent its great throb through the air;
When “Laudamus” was sung all their censers they swung,
And they nodded “Amen” to each prayer.

They smiled in response to the children,
So like them in innocent grace.
When the sermon was reached and the minister preached,
They all looked him straight in the face.

“Oh my people,” he said, speaking softly,
Looking down on the listening throng,
“On this day of all days it is meet we give praise,
With offerings of flowers and glad song.

“But desolate homes are around us,
Where dwell the distressed and forlorn,
Their carol a strain full of discord and pain,
Their lily of Easter a thorn.

“Go forth, O beloved, and find them,
Your hearts with pure love all aglow;
E’en the lowliest flower that fades in an hour
The Lord’s resurrection may show.”

The great congregation departed;
The flowers looked around in surprise.
“And must we stay here?” said the rose, while a tear
bedimmed yellow daffodil’s eyes.

“I think we’ve a message to carry,”
Was the heliotrope’s gentle reply.
“But how can we know to what places to go?”
Said the gay little pink, with a sigh.

A flutter, a rustle, a whisper,
A step light and fleet as a fawn,
And, behold! standing close by the royal red rose
Was a child with a face like the dawn.

The flowers are first cousins to children,
The angels to both are akin,
And without spoken word all the bright blossoms heard
Where the dear little maiden had been.

She told them a wonderful secret.
They blushed with exquisite delight;
With tremulous haste down the long aisle they passed,
Until they were lost to the sight.

The heliotrope found a dark cellar,
A home of grim want and despair;
The white pink was led to a hospital bed,
And a rose climbed a rickety stair.

The daffodil followed a beggar;
By its side the hyacinth pressed;
The violets crept where a dear baby slept,
And laid themselves down on its breast.

The passion-flower caught on its purple
The tears which an erring one shed;
In a dark, shrouded room Easter lilies bloom
Waved their banner of hope o’er the dead.

A dream of the fancy you call it?
Some dreams have a touch that’s divine;
And a child’s simple act may turn fancy to fact
In fulfilling his vision of mine.

Vintage Easter Postcard Two Lucky Chicks Toast to Spring, Easter Holiday

Two lucky chicks lift up their glasses to toast the Spring season and Easter holiday in this daring Victorian Easter postcard that you can use as free clip art.

An Easter Toast Vintage Easter Postcard Clipart

A Toast to Easter: Vintage Easter Postcard. Click the image to download a larger image that you can use as free Easter clip art.

Or, perhaps they are notorious drunks, trying to get a rush by gnawing on lucky four-leaf clovers? We may never know, so let’s just assume it’s just an innocent holiday scene and not the workings of my tired, fevered imagination.

Spring Sing-a-Long in an Egg with Bird and Squirrel

A pretty Spring time scene that you can use as free Easter clip art.

Spring Egg Ephemera Clip Art Trade Card

Click on the image for larger version of this springtime Victorian trade-card that you can use as free Easter clip art.

The three ladies inside the egg could be nurses, I’m not sure. If anyone is familiar with this type of outfit, please do leave a comment and enlighten us. That this image is European in nature is apparent by the species of squirrel, so it could be ethnic garb our trio is sporting. I just don’t know.

This is an old Victorian era trade card that would have been distributed to customers (or potential customers) as a collectible way to advertise a business or service. Scrapbooking was a popular occupation then as it is now, and a colorful Easter card such as this one would have been added to some happy collectors scrapbook.

What my scan probably failed to capture is the lovely gold printing on the inside of the egg. It’s a beautiful example of 19th century printing.


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