GRANDMOTHER’S CHAIR.

GRANDMOTHER’S CHAIR.
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Soft and comfy and deep and wide.
With rockers made for the dreamland ride:
Always ready when she comes in
With her ball of yarn and her knitting pin;
Cozy and sweet for a little form
Where the firelight glows with & welcome warm;
The hands of loving have placed it there,
Grandmother’s throne is her rocking chair
.
Soft and friendly and full of room,
When the twilight comes with its tender gloom.
And a little child stands by her knee
With ears that list for the fairy glee:
When she takes him up in her arms of rest
And lays his head on her gentle breast,
While forth to slumberland they fare
On the wonder-wings of the rocking chalr.

Grandmother’s chair by the ingle nook,
is a slumber song and a story book;
Is & golden carriage, a ship of snow,
Whereon to the dreamland deeps we go;
A lullaby and a hug and kiss.
The silvery lilt of the laughter bliss,
A little wight of the golden gleam,
And the fond farewell for the fireside dream.
All day long, when the world’s s-whirl,
Grandmother dreams she was once a girl:
All day long through her thin, soft lips
Her tale of the old-time fashions trips;
All day long in her heart of gray
She feels the touch of the Other
Day- The twilight falls so softly there, –
When grandmother maps in her rocking chair.

Round it clusters the home delight;
Round her, a relic, with dimming sight,
Children come with a curtsy sweet
To wreathe the roses around her feet.
To hear her tell of the Used to.
Be And sing of “Nearer, My God, to Thee;”
To feel her arms around them creep
When they rock-a-by to the land of sleep,

Soft and comfy and dep and wide
Is grandmother’s chair for the dreamland ride:

Her eyes are dim and her hair is snow
And she lives all day in the Long
Ago Flut, oh, how much it would sadden me,
And, oh, how solemn the room would be
Some day to find she was not there
Only a shade and an empty chair!
-Baltimore Sun.