Mum's Rhymes

The Way to PerfectionKnowing man’s imperfection,God made a perfect plan,That he who would obey it’s lawsAttains the perfect man.We are but struggling man.We are but struggling mortals,Our progress rather slow,We’re still the “Little Children”That grieved the Savior so.Our Church might be translated,Were it’s members perfect too,The Gospel’s for imperfect folkLike me, or perhaps like you.Let’s strive to do to others,As we’d have others do,That men who judge us by our works,May praise the Father too.The Winter GardenEva M. R. SalwayIn my garden all is not dark tonight,For white snow glimmers o’er the place where lilies bloomed,Casting a fairy glow around aboutWhere once again the brown seed lie entombed.Dear garden, in my mind is strong impressedThe memory of the summer beauty rare,No biting wind or chilling frost can dim,That picture in my heart, so sweet and dear.‘Tho you are sleeping; still my mind eyes seeThe lovely flowers that bloomed so sweet for me,And hope and comfort rises in my breastYou’ll bloom again, more dear for winters rest.Eva M. R. SalwayMum's Poems pg 25