The Old Rocking Chair

The Old Rocking Chair
901

It stands over there in the enen alone,
The varnish is cracked and one rooker is gone)
What’s left of its tidy is dusty and brown
And ecatiored and ellent its fringes bang downt
No bongater sopeareth to warble its praise,
When we were but children it eaw its best daya
And many a face that was romy and fate
Reposed after play in the old rocking chair

How often from it in the winter Lights cold
The inle of the fairies by nurses was told!
How often we listened with kisa hadewel brow
To a lullaby train which I hear even now
Ays, back from the past with fus alimshine and
I hear the sweet sound that the oki rockers made:
And now, while I listen I willterly share
The loves of the years with the old rocking chair

She feats where the roses thele love vigil keep
Who fondly and tenderly rocked me to sleep:
But still when I look in the corner I trace
Within the old rocker a well cherished face:
The years that have vanished no more to return
But deeper the loys of a childhood laurn;
And thus doth the past, with a hulo most fair, Reer win with its beauty the old rocking chair

No longer to music, now fast and now slow
At morning and evening it rocks to and fro
No more from its depths where sweet memories!
throng
With an angelic touch comes a lullaby song
It is covered with dust, but the dust cannot hide
The prints of the hands that will ever abide
Upon the old arms so reposeful and fair
When memory turns to the old rockfug chale