Be Kind to Your Boys

Mrs. J. C. Brower

Pray stay that hasty word, mothers,

And change to a calmer tone;

Regret and sorrow may come tomorrow

When you are left alone.

‘Tis such a little while, mothers,

You must bear with “fuss and noise;”

There’ll come a day when they’ve gone away,

Your noisy, meddlesome boys.

You’ll then walk through the rooms, mother,

With many a sigh and tear;

And fondle the toys of those one-time boys

And long for their merry cheer.

Oh, turn you a bit aside, mothers,

To the Father, and ask for grace

And patience from him to make of the home

A heaven-like dwelling place.