A Wandering Son's Return
By Milt. Bertron, Jr.
He has come back. Repentantly he yearned
For rest and fond forgiveness in the home
Whose threshold he in angry scorn had spurned
When he went forth the unknown world to roam. He has come back. The world had used him ill;
He found no friend such as he left behind;
And shamed and sorrowing, but hopeful still,
His feet turned back forsaken love to find. He has come back. There is the humble room;
Its dear and homely features all are there;
His mother's loving face is all abloom,
While from her lips there breathes a thankful
prayer. O, many tears and weary nights she spent
In fear and prayer for her lost, wandering son,
But now, with heart of joy for blessings lent,
They thank their God for blessings grace has won.
— Milt. Bertron, Jr.