I'll lift my heart in gratitude above, For gifts of nature and redeeming Love; And next for thee, who dost with fondness prove— A Mother. With kindness thou didst watch my infant years, Soothed when I grieved, and wiped the falling tears; To pity now, in care or grief, appears, No Mother.
Log in to read this article
Not a subscriber to JSH-Online? Subscribe today and receive online access to The Christian Science Journal, Sentinel, and Herald including digital editions of the print periodicals, Web original articles, blogs, and podcasts, over 30,000 minutes of Sentinel Radio and audio chats, searchable archive going back to 1883! Learn More.