Excerpt from To My Mother ET this be said of Mothers. From their flesh and blood the race of man is fashioned, from their hopes and prayers the faith of man is molded, from their love and tenderness the heart of man is pulsing warm and red and deep - to-day, as through all earthly ages past. Not only at our birth, but to the end, they hold their lives ready to give for ours In every little soul they nurse to strength the' plant of their high hopes and gentle fears; no noble thought or high ambition gained through human his tory had not its seed long years before within some mother's prayer; no forward step to aid the sons of men was ever taken save by those who learned to walk within a mother's sheltering care, nor ever left a babe his mother's knee she shed not tears to see him go away. Friends come to men, and loves; but never such sweet friendship, such true love, as mothers know. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.