Not the same, evidently, but perhaps worth having here anyway:

This poem was printed in Sunset, Volume 24 (San Francisco: Southern Pacific Co., 1910), page 581:


WRITE A LETTER HOME TO MOTHER.
Mrs. Henrietta E. Robinson

Write a letter home to mother.
Don't delay a single day.
Time is flying very swiftly.
Weeks and months soon pass away.

Mother's waiting for the letter
That you promised you would write.
Sacrifice a little pleasure.
Write that letter home to-night.

Every night your mother's praying
For the welfare of her boy.
Write and tell her that you love her.
That will fill her heart with joy.

Tell her you so well remember
That she taught you how to say
"Our Father who art in Heaven,
Help and guard us, day by day."

Tell her how you've faced temptation
With a deep and firm resolve,
That whatever might betide you,
You would put your trust in God.

Tell her of your last achievement,
How you've failed and tried again,
Till at last you won the victory,
Making for yourself a name.

Mother's growing old and feeble.
You would scarcely know her now.
One can see the lines are deep'ning
In her once fair, placid brow.

Soon your mother will be going
Through the "gates that stand ajar."
Write and tell her you are coming,
Else let her know just where you are.

No longer keep your mother waiting
For the letter you should write.
Sacrifice a little pleasure.
Write that letter home to-night.