That home is out of sight;
The morn, the evening star,
Will say, “Good-day!” “Good-night!”
The heart that loves will never be alone;
All earth, all heaven it reckons as its own.
(1918)
LOVE, PRACTICAL
A dutiful son of his widowed mother once said, “I love my mother with all my strength.” “How is that?” he was asked. Said he, “I’ll tell you. We live in a tenement, on the top floor four flights up, with no elevator; and my mother being busy, I carry up the coal in a scuttle, and I tell you, it takes all my strength to do it.” (Text.)
(1919)
LOVE, PRESERVATIVE