crosted

Updated: May 20, 2025

Mother! who hast watched our pillow In thy tender, sleepless love, Lo, we dare the crosted billow; Mother, put thy trust above. Father! from thy guidance turning, O'er the deep our way we take; Keep the prayerful incense burning On thine altar, for our sake. Brothers! sisters! more than ever Are our fond affections twined, As that hallowed bond we sever Which the hand of Nature joined.

Daniel C. Eddy - Daughters of the Cross: or Woman's Mission