Here are three words that sweetly blend,
That on the heart are graven;
A precious soothing balm they lend
They're Mother, Home and Heaven!
They twine a wreath of beauteous flowers,
Which, placed on memory's urn,
Will e'en the longest, gloomiest hours
To golden sunlight turn!
They form a chain whose every link
Is free from base alloy,
A stream where whosoever drinks
Will find refreshing joy!
They build an altar where each day
Love's offering is renewed;
And peace illumes with genial ray
Life's darkened solitude!
If from our side the first has fled,
And home be but a name,
Let's strive the narrow path to tread,
That we the last may gain!
Quoted from Golden Thoughts On Mother, Home And Heaven.