Oft within our little cottage,

As the shadows gently fall, 

While the sunlight touches softly

One sweet face upon the wall, 

Do we gather close together,

And in hushed and tender tone 

Ask each other's full forgiveness

For the wrong that each has done. 

Should you wonder why this custom

At the ending of the day, 

Eye and voice would quickly answer, 

"It was once our Mother's way."

If our home be bright and cheery,

If it hold a welcome true, 

Opening wide its door of greeting

To the many, not the few; 

If we share our Father's bounty

With the needy day by day, 

'Tis because our hearts remember

This was ever Mother's way.

Sometimes, when our hearts grow weary,

Or our tasks seem very long, 

When our burdens look too heavy,

And we deem the right all wrong, 

Then we gain a new, fresh courage,

As we rise and brightly say, 

"Let us do our duty bravely,

This was our dear Mother's way."

Thus we keep her memory precious, 

While we never cease to pray

That at last, when lengthening shadows 

Mark the evening of life's day,

They may find us waiting calmly 

To go home our Mother's way.