Why does this beautiful girl, that once was the center of
attraction, in every reception, now hang over the cradle, refuse
honors and give herself by day and by night to this little babe
that puts helpless arms around the neck, that once flashed with
jewels? We can only say that the mother is built that way. Why
do robins sing? Why does the sunbeam warm? Why does summer ripen
purple clusters? Why is a rose red? And a rainbow beautiful?
When we can answer, we may be able to say why God loves His weak
and sinful children. He loves them because it is His nature to
love them.--N. D. HILLIS.
(1914)