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Poem
May 23, 1886
Wichita Daily Eagle
Wichita, Sedgwick County, Kansas
What is this article about?
A reflective poem addressing weary mothers, affirming the profound, enduring impact of their patient, ceaseless labors in nurturing children, with promises of future gratitude and heavenly reward.
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Tired mothers.
In a quiet, in dark and carpeted room
Too tired and worn to feel the gloom,
The creeping shadows, round me made
Mother beside my child I laid.
I felt dissatisfied with life.
I sighed each day with work was rife:
Far more I thought than I could do,
Each eve saw tasks but half way through
The moment's calm, my sleeping child
Soothed harried soul, and care beguiled
Ashamed of my complaint t' appease
My heart, I wrote such lines as these:
O mothers tired, perplexed, in fear.
A greater work you're doing here
Than you yet know. 'Tis not in vain
The patient word, the aching brain.
The act seems small oft times to you,
And ceaseless, too, the work you do:
Yet years from now some child will say:
My mother taught me this good way.
The hidden life, the constant toil.
Contains the seed for this fresh soil.
By planting it, the fruit will grow
For you who now unselfish sow.
The wreath sometimes may crown the brow
That's faded, pale and care-worn now;
What if perchance it comes but late.
When you have passed the
Heavenly gate?
-Good Housekeeping.
In a quiet, in dark and carpeted room
Too tired and worn to feel the gloom,
The creeping shadows, round me made
Mother beside my child I laid.
I felt dissatisfied with life.
I sighed each day with work was rife:
Far more I thought than I could do,
Each eve saw tasks but half way through
The moment's calm, my sleeping child
Soothed harried soul, and care beguiled
Ashamed of my complaint t' appease
My heart, I wrote such lines as these:
O mothers tired, perplexed, in fear.
A greater work you're doing here
Than you yet know. 'Tis not in vain
The patient word, the aching brain.
The act seems small oft times to you,
And ceaseless, too, the work you do:
Yet years from now some child will say:
My mother taught me this good way.
The hidden life, the constant toil.
Contains the seed for this fresh soil.
By planting it, the fruit will grow
For you who now unselfish sow.
The wreath sometimes may crown the brow
That's faded, pale and care-worn now;
What if perchance it comes but late.
When you have passed the
Heavenly gate?
-Good Housekeeping.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Moral Virtue
What keywords are associated?
Tired Mothers
Motherhood
Domestic Toil
Patient Labor
Moral Reward
Heavenly Gate
What entities or persons were involved?
Good Housekeeping.
Poem Details
Title
Tired Mothers.
Author
Good Housekeeping.
Subject
Tribute To Mothers' Tireless Work
Key Lines
O Mothers Tired, Perplexed, In Fear.
A Greater Work You're Doing Here
Than You Yet Know. 'Tis Not In Vain
The Patient Word, The Aching Brain.
Yet Years From Now Some Child Will Say:
My Mother Taught Me This Good Way.
The Wreath Sometimes May Crown The Brow
That's Faded, Pale And Care Worn Now;
What If Perchance It Comes But Late.
When You Have Passed The
Heavenly Gate?