The Parents' Review

A Monthly Magazine of Home-Training and Culture

Motherhood.

     As they are wariest guides who most have met
     Mischance themselves, thy mother's slips may yet
     Show thy feet, daughter, places to eschew.
     Ah, sweet the mother-walk, but perilous!
     And flowers do grace the progress hazardous,
     Tho' heedless pilgrims chance on bitter rut!

     But thou, my daughter, meekly glad, hast tae'n
     A man fro' the Lord: thy joy hath wholesome pain
     Of diffidence:--
                            "Thou, Wisest, make me wise,
     For the child's sake, that in my bosom lies!"

     Still hold thy soul 'fore heaven, as April earth,
     Waiting the fall of counsel: nor in vain--
     Who hath so graced thee to a blessed birth
     Will not His wisdom's waterings refrain.

Typed by Jennifer Talsma, Sept 2015; Proofread by LNL, June 2024