The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1869-10-15
l Remember.


| l remember q pair of blue eyes
long, sunny brown curls, and lip
hat would make you think of rip
cherries, as much as those cheek
would of roses.
remember pair of dimpled arm
md shoulders, large straw ha
vreathed with fowers-a crimso
trock trimmed with white braid
pair of red-morocco shoes and a pin
,fore.
l remember q little brown cottag
among the naples, where laughing
oabbling stream meandered by, AM
the birds sang all day long-the steel
lill at the right--the garden with it
wealth of marigolds. touch -me-nots
md evening beauties, the porch fes
.ooned with morning-glories, thu
graveled path bordered with pinks
leading to the gate-the old wei
with its iron-bound bucket, the un
wieldy sweep and moss-lined curb
the martin box, and the white cur
tains at the parlor windows.
! / remember the blue skies anC
downy clouds hecked with crimson
and starry nights when the moor
shone, and winter nights, when the
snow lay on the ground, when there
was Ginning of bells and peals o.
laughter.
remember snatches Of rhyme ano
the pattering of little feet-and the
noise of playful chattering to dolls
and the chime of broken dishes and
certain performances on xs-harps
remember a great deal more than
all this / remember a day when
toys and dolls were gathered up and
put away by careful hands-when the
little worn red shoes and crimson
frOck, and white pinafore were laid
away, almost sacredly in an unused
drawer up stairs--when there was nc
laughter pattering Of footsteps.
When the crib was showed back
against the wall, and the little empty
chair was put back in distant cor
ner. remember-tears and moans
and little calm, dead face in g
coffin.
Dead! did I say dead! Ne, no,
that cannot he; you are living in my
heart; In my memory, darling, liv'
ing where no sickness or pain can
come, no death destroyer. In heav.
en-, thank God!
There is little grave out under
the naples; there are many such
little graves .uo. eDlEO ;..- : -.
ken hearts; we'll it is there is One
that can heal them. There are many
vacant cribs, and empty chairs, and
desolate homes. What should we
do if He had not said, "Sutfsr little
children to come unto NE p
Let me see the little crib and chair,
and crimson dress, and the red shoe.
and white pinafore don't hide them
away. Strew the playthings that she
loved, the bits of broken china, the
jews harp, the dolls and paper dress
es all around. 1 may shed tears
over them, but they'll not be bitter
ones. The prints OF little fingers
upon the furniture, don't erase them;
the marks of little foot steps here
and there, don't efrace them; the lit
tie hat with faded flowers twisted
around it, let it hang where her little
hands put 1t; that wont grieve me
now; don't turn up the dog cared
leaves OF her little soiled primmer :;
her fingers made them. Put plate
ut the table where she used to sit
and high chair at its place-it will
seem the more as if she was at play
Or running in the garden not as il
we had shut her out; nor as if she
were dead.
l remember, ay, and who does not
Who is there on the
wide earth who has not some sacred
hid away from the prying
eyes of the world? Some recollec. |
ion between which and mammon's
worshipper a veil is forever drawn I? |
Who would quite forget if he could !? |