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Mothers' Day Oh, mother 0' mine, I was far away In a town with only a train a day On Mothers' Day, so I could not get To where my arms could embrace you. Yet You know I thought of you, all day long; And the days of boyhood, the days of song, The days of play, and the romp and run From morning's light till the day was done Almost came back to me, out so far From the clamor and jostle and heat and jar Of the mighty city; and with them you Crooned a lullabye, as you used to do When the sun went down and the stars blinked out And I clambered up on your knees, apout For a mother-kiss, and I thought of times We had known toged1er, and romps and climbs; And I thought of falls on the stones and dirt, And of mother-kisses which healed each hurt; And I sought a rose and I found one, white As a mother's love, and I pinned it right Above the heart of the little chap Who used to snuggle into your lap; The little chap who has grown so old And is out so far in a world that's cold, Just a little bit, in a careless way; But it was not chilly on Mothers' Day; It was filled and brimming so full of love That I know the best of it reached above, And rippled sweetly about the throne Where the Omnipotent sits alone; And all the mothers in Paradise Were glad; and softly to Mary's eyes The eyes of Jesus were turned, and then He turned away, and He looked again At the world of men; and she softly drew His hands to her, and she kissed them, too; Those dear, dear hands, where the spikes had hurt, Which had clung in babyhood to her skirt; And heaven vanished a moment then- They were just a mother and babe again, In the gray old world, and were glad to be! And He was snuggled against her knee; And Jesus whispered, and turned to smile: " Just the mother-loving made it worth while!"
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