Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1868-01-24
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GRANDMOTHER GRAY.

oYanduso other Gray Ia eighty and si4,
AS white as the snows is her banden nan. --~ss
Her eyes dim with the mists OF ysa as ~ cora
StlI crossed on her breast her kerehief she wears
And her knitting sheath is pinned az her sioes
And her caps are just Ike me caps sns WoIs
Years and years ago when grandfather dleo.
Children and grandchildren, many she loves
That have twined and blossomed about ner iiis 4
In fhe seventy sum mefs that have flown
Since grandfather crowned her his girlish wife;
But here and there thoy have witaered ant
And foated away on the unknown waves, s
Till think with plying pain, 1t mustbe
That grandmothers heart ID heart of graves.
Yet bright and cheerful her spirit shines. N4l4
AS If God had given her power to eco
Straight through the darkest griefs OF life
into the blessed Eternity. TO
Rich is.he who can pause and stay fE5t
Hearing her tell In her manner quaint
Of things that were thus and so in her " day
Hes rrandeon's home is deep In the town.
A splendid home In the Doric style
From its upper windows yon see the roofs
The rooms are furnished with beautiful care:
Taste and wealth have labored as ono;
Elegance, harmony, everywhere;
And nothing vulgar or oyerdone.
Pictures created by master hands,
softly glow On the tinted walls;
The darlings OF many scuiptor's brain
Are nicbed in the meteorological halls; EtE
And sweet epice breath as exotic bloom
When the Crystalline doors are left star-
Moves the heart like dream Of spring,
In the time when spring is sGll afar. MI ~
And grandnotherss room is sight to behold;
Carpet and wall are of gold and brown;
And over the windows the richest lace .
= Falls. like a cree my seafoam. down.
Her velvet chair by the glowing CRATE
Ia tho very throne of easeful sleep,
And on the mantsl the silver hands
OF an ormolu clock the calm hours keep.
And gentle and placid is grandmother Gray.
She is glad her grandson is 'getting on"
Yet often think her thoughts are away ,..ss.
On the farm with its orchard and shaded lawn.
Whom che Is looking so pleasantly
Down into the rpsrkling anthracite,
think che must hear the robin sing,
And feel the green grass under her fset. = Sd
For once, when found by the area gate
A clover blossom. and took IL to her,
a tear-as hot and big as the drop
That falls from the passionate eye of youth
Fell on its bloom and she said to me -
she could almost fancy she heard the noise cI
OF the ringing scythe on the meadow lot
And the merry shouts OF her little boys. q o.
= And, az when in some slumbrous pool we ding
A pebble, and wide the ringed waves spread.
Til they creep up under the frin9y banks, d
And the cream-white lilies stir In their beds }
go grandmothers memories widened and ran
Till they cached the shores Of tina royal time
When the heart wac light, and to live was Joy;
And love was in its purple prime. gl'~i8fG
So, pleasant and bright as her home may be,
And gentle and graceful her quiet ways,
her Love,
Grandmother turns her yearning gaze. { n
And grandmother Gray,if God liz good,
Bright as the sun shall the seraph be, .fi
10 the Love and the Youth that are waiting fo
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