Poems (Helen Jenkins)/To Ethel

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TO ETHEL.
Out from her home the loving mother went,Not knowing that the Master then had sentHis messenger for her,—that nevermoreHer feet should walk within that open door.Yet from her lips as precious precept fellAs if she knew it was her last farewell."Be a good girl!" What more could mother say,In tender admonition, ere she went away?Deep in your heart, her words will ever beA sacred amulet bestowed on thee,To keep thy life from every evil free.O, Father! Thou wilt ever keep and blessWith watchful love and care, the motherless.


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