MOTTO FOR THE MOTHER Love is a bridge that links us heart to heart
Mother and child can never live apart
Once upon a time there was a little boy who had a long journey to go. He had a very dear mother, and she did not want her little son to leave her; but she knew he must go, so she put her arms around him and said: "Now, don't be afraid, for I shall be thinking of you, and God will take care of you."
 
Then the little boy kissed her goodbye and ran away, singing a merry song. As long as he could see her he would turn and wave his hand to her; but by and by she was out of sight. Just then he came to a stream of water that ran across his path.
 
"How can I get over?" thought the little boy; but a white swan swam up to greet him, and said:—
 
"There is always a way to get over the stream. Follow me! follow me!"
 
So the little boy followed the swan till he came to a row of great stepping stones, and he jumped from one to another, counting them as he went.
 
When he reached the seventh he was safe across, and he turned to thank the white swan. And when he had thanked her, he called:—
 
"White swan, white swan, swimming so gay!
Carry a message for me to-day:
My love to my mother, wherever she be;
I know she is always thinking of me."
Then the white swan swam back to carry the message, and the little boy ran on his way.
 
Oh! there were so many beautiful things to hear,—the birds singing and the bees humming; and so many beautiful things to see,—the flowers and butterflies and green grass! And after a while he came to a wood, where every tree wore a green dress; and through the wood, under the shade of the trees, flowed a .
 
"I wonder how I can get over?" said the little boy; and the wise wind whispered:
 
"There is always a way to get over the stream. Follow me! follow me!"
 
Then he followed the sound of the wise wind's voice, and the wind blew against a tall pine tree, and the pine tree fell across the creek, and lay there, a great round foot-log, where the little boy might step. He made his way over, and thanked the wise wind; and he asked:—
 
"Wise wind, wise wind, blowing so gay!
Carry a message for me to-day:
My love to my mother, wherever she be;
I know she is always thinking of me."
The wind blew back to carry the message, and the little boy made haste on his journey. His way lead through a , where the clover grew and the white sheep and baby lambs were feeding together in the sunshine.
 
On one side of this meadow flowed a silver shining river, and the child wandered up and down the bank to find some way to cross, for he knew that he must go on.
 
As he walked there, a man called a carpenter found him, and said to him:—
 
"There is always a way to get over the stream. Follow me! follow me!"
 
Then the little boy followed the carpenter, and the carpenter and his men built a bridge of iron and wood that reached across from bank to bank. And when the bridge was finished, the child ran over in safety; and after he had thanked the carpenter, he said:—
 
"Carpenter, carpenter, on your way!
Carry a message for me to-day:
My love to my mother, wherever she be,
I know she is always thinking of me."
The carpenter............