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