The Old Arm Chair

The Old Arm Chair
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I sat and watch’d her many a day
When her eyes grew dim, and her locka were grayi
And I almost worship’d har when the smilef
And turn’d from her utble to hiras her child
Years roll’d on, but the last one sped- My idol was shatter’d, my earth-star fled;
I learnt how much the heart can bear
When I saw her die in that old armchair

‘Tis past! ‘tin past! but I gaze on it now
With quivering breath and throbbing brow!
“Twas there she nursed me, ’twas there she died;
And memory flows with lava tide
Say it is folly, and deem me weak
While the scalding drops start down my cheek;
But I love it I love it, and can not tear
My soul from my mother’s old armchair