Tuesday, May 10, 2011

A Mother's Love

Soul Culture
By H.E. Foster

I said unto my gardener,
"I want my vine to bear
The choicest, richest, largest grapes
To be seen anywhere."
So he tied it here
And he cut it there,
And he trained it along the wall
And, oh! The loveliest grapes appeared-
The wonder of us all.

God said unto the mother,
"I want your child to be
A godly, helpful, useful man-
A messenger for Me."
So she curbed him here,
And she taught him there,
And she urged him to what was right,
And o'er the heads of ill-trained sons,
He towered in moral height.

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