Posts Tagged ‘Mother’s Day’

God Bless the Mothers

May 13, 2012

Written for the DAILY LIGHT.

“Personal abuse is not argument, and any reference, or vile allusion to the noblest and grandest creation of God, ‘THE MOTHER’ of man, will not be permitted in the LIGHT.

April 17,, 1896.

I read those lines and like them well,
They have an honest ring,
That’s worthy to be writ in gold,
And forms a theme to sing.
If there is on the earth a name,
That’s dearer than another,
And wakes my soul, with fire intense,
It is the name of MOTHER.

I know the hand that penned those lines,
And know his loving heart,
And well i know that as a son,
He plays a faithful part.
A man that well his mother loves,
I’ll take to heart as brother,
For he’s not bad who truly loves
And nurtures well his MOTHER.

I have a mother far away,
And, Oh! I lover her well,
Far dearer than I e’er can say,
For words, they fail to tell.
Thus I respect all women true,
But more than any other,
Is she that lives a stainless life,
And bears the name of MOTHER.

Curse on the man who would defile,
That dearer, sweeter name;
Or who by thought, or word, or deed,
Would seek to it defame.
When mother is assailed I can’t
My indignation smother,
And I say, with you, God bless the name —
That deal old name of MOTHER.


CITY OF MEXICO, April 23, 1896.

San Antonio Light (San Antonio, Texas) Apr 26, 1896

Tributes to Mother

May 13, 2012

New Castle News (New Castle, Pennsylvania) May 13, 1922

Image from the novel, St. Leon by William Godwin – 1835 (google link)


It was a grand day in the old chivalric time. The wine circled around in a noble hall, and the sculptured walls rang with sentiment and song. The lady of each knightly heart was pledged by name, and many a sylable significant of loveliness had been uttered, until it came to St. Leon’s turn, when, lifting the sparkling cup on high:

“I drink to one,” he said,
“Whose image never may depart,
Deep graven on a grateful heart,
Till memory is dead;

“To one whose love for me shall last
When lighter passions long have passed,
So holy ’tis and ture;
To one whose love hath longer dwelt,
More deeply fixed, more keenly felt,
Than any pledged by you.”

Each guest upstarted at the word,
And laid a hand upon his sword,
With fiery flashing eye;
and Stanley said, “We crave the name,
Proud Knight, of this most peerless dame
Whose love you count so high.”

St. Leon paused as if he would
Not breathe her name in careless mood
Thus lightly to another;
Then bent his noble head as though
To give that word the reverence due,
and gently said, “MY MOTHER!”

Cambridge City Tribune (Cambridge City, Indiana) Nov 25, 1869